As everyone is aware, about two weeks ago I received a phone call from a friend who was in dire straights and in need of a place to live. I had been homeless and wasn't about to let one of my friends suffer the same fate. The problem, he knew me as Tiny the wrestler and not Katie. Figuring I knew what his reaction would be, I decided I need to die to self and put being female on the back burner while I helped out.

On the 27th I went to counseling and pretty much told him what everyone knew. I wasn't happy about not being Katie, but it was serving a greater good. It would be too awkward to bring it up and it wasn't like I was full time out and about anyway. I did mention that by putting Katie on the back burner, my desire to be fem was actually greater and I planned to work hard at it as soon as I could, most likely in February. I had a plan of dieting, electrolysis and getting more involved in the trans community. Dressing didn't come up other than if I did (big if) it would be conservative.

I ended the session feeling as if it was the best one I had.

Then I got home.

Adrea, my friends fiance, asked me how my doctors appointment went (I told them doctor not therapist).

Instead of saying okay or some pat answer or even good, which was the truth, I told her it went bad and Pandora's box was open. I think I already blogged about this, but it's important to recap. I then proceed to tell the secret I thought I was going to have to hide and expect the worst.

Perhaps it was God rewarding my self-sacrifice or life trying to make me look like a moron because I evidently have no clue to how it works. But they were actually accepting of me and then this happens:

I went from this on March 3rd

To this: Yesterday, before change

And then finally, this. The final result.

Not only that, but i went out in public TWICE like that in one day. By the way, it's all natural. No wigs, no forms, no nothng