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Before T and passing, mates! 12 years old for life!


OliverPerry

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Mates!

 

I'll try to answer your messages and comments on other posts as soon as I find the time. So many notifications!

I just really want to share this with you right now.

I'll try to be brief. It's five a.m. and I didn't sleep last night so... I've been awake for a long time. Tired as hell now!

 

First thing's first: I cut my hair today and it feels brilliant!

It's so weird.

I entered the hairdresser as a girl and left as a bloke.

Bloody hell, mates... It's seems that I don't need T to pass! 

 

Something extremely surprising happened to me today.

There I was, short hair and boyish face, walking into a store. I had a paper bag on my right hand which had something with an alarm inside. Basically, I bought a product the other day and they forgot to take the alarm off. So, every time I entered a store, there it went, the "Beep!". 

This time was no exception. As soon as I walked into the place, the alarm went off. 

I looked around, searching for a store clerk, wishing to warn them about my "cursed item" and ask them if they could store it somewhere, so they wouldn't think I was trying to steal something from the shop. 

It seems that I looked confused from an outside perspective. I couldn't find anyone.

There was a girl who worked there though that I had yet to notice. 

She approached me cautiously and with a worried look upon her features. She got close, stopped and said: "Son, are you alone? Do you need help finding your parents?"

 

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

That! Happened!

Not only did she call me "son", she also thought I was a bloody lost child looking for his parents.

 

Mates, I'm 24. I'm 24 years old. 24! 

And physically still female!

This was brilliant!

My lips turned naturally into an awkward crooked smile (yes, my smile bloody changed all of the sudden and naturally, with no attempt whatsoever).

I did voice work in the past as well as play boys in Theatre. I know how to make my voice appear more, not "manly", but boyish (not toddler like though! shiver... like a 14/15 year old). So, happy and amused as hell, I answered. "No, miss. It's just me. I have a blablablablabla alarm thing blablablabla..." 

When it comes to the child issue, in her defense, I'm 5ft tall.

 

But yes, that happened!

 

Oh. Just changed profile pic. Attempted a natural smile. Failed. It seems that there are things that haven't changed. Smiling for pics... Forever a failure.

 

 

 

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9 hours ago, OliverPerry said:

Mates!

 

I'll try to answer your messages and comments on other posts as soon as I find the time. So many notifications!

I just really want to share this with you right now.

I'll try to be brief. It's five a.m. and I didn't sleep last night so... I've been awake for a long time. Tired as hell now!

 

First thing's first: I cut my hair today and it feels brilliant!

It's so weird.

I entered the hairdresser as a girl and left as a bloke.

Bloody hell, mates... It's seems that I don't need T to pass! 

 

Something extremely surprising happened to me today.

There I was, short hair and boyish face, walking into a store. I had a paper bag on my right hand which had something with an alarm inside. Basically, I bought a product the other day and they forgot to take the alarm off. So, every time I entered a store, there it went, the "Beep!". 

This time was no exception. As soon as I walked into the place, the alarm went off. 

I looked around, searching for a store clerk, wishing to warn them about my "cursed item" and ask them if they could store it somewhere, so they wouldn't think I was trying to steal something from the shop. 

It seems that I looked confused from an outside perspective. I couldn't find anyone.

There was a girl who worked there though that I had yet to notice. 

She approached me cautiously and with a worried look upon her features. She got close, stopped and said: "Son, are you alone? Do you need help finding your parents?"

 

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

That! Happened!

Not only did she call me "son", she also thought I was a bloody lost child looking for his parents.

 

Mates, I'm 24. I'm 24 years old. 24! 

And physically still female!

This was brilliant!

My lips turned naturally into an awkward crooked smile (yes, my smile bloody changed all of the sudden and naturally, with no attempt whatsoever).

I did voice work in the past as well as play boys in Theatre. I know how to make my voice appear more, not "manly", but boyish (not toddler like though! shiver... like a 14/15 year old). So, happy and amused as hell, I answered. "No, miss. It's just me. I have a blablablablabla alarm thing blablablabla..." 

When it comes to the child issue, in her defense, I'm 5ft tall.

 

But yes, that happened!

 

Oh. Just changed profile pic. Attempted a natural smile. Failed. It seems that there are things that haven't changed. Smiling for pics... Forever a failure.

 

 

 

Peter Pan!

A dream many of us have shared at least one time in our lives.

If I could get back to that place, I would in a heartbeat!

Congratulations on your new-found status.

TA

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"Peter Pan" that's cute! Exciting times huh Oliver? You're off to a great start with a nice haircut and that affirmation fromthe store clerk, feel good for you mate!

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You can definitely hear the excitement in your writing!  This sounds wonderful to experience something as validating as being gendered as you want to be.  Congrats! 

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Congratulations! Being correctly gendered always makes me smile too.

 

I've heard FtM's complain about the being mistaken for being super-young before. Probably why so many grow beards when they can.

 

I wouldn't worry about the picture. If I take a good one, it's a happy accident. I can't "look natural" on purpose to save my life. Cute is completely out of the question.

 

I'm very glad you're happy. It makes my heart smile.

 

Hugs!

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