Doctors!

I have just returned from the doctors. [ed: Monday afternoon] He is going to refer me to a psychiatrist. This is not a good thing; this is a brilliant thing!

Best thing of it: I didn't ask for it; I just talked about how I was cross-dressing semi permanently, and that I wanted to live as a woman. He asked lots of questions, calling in at length of time dressing, length of time with feelings that way, and sexuality. He's going to write a letter of referral. Hopefully I'll be seen soon, but this is on the NHS!

I'm floating on air at the moment. I've got home and got changed into my prettiest dress. I'll change into more appropriate clothes for around the house later (full length skirt and t-shirt probably), this outfit needs wearing!

I just waffled at him about it all, and remembered two or three things I wanted to say that I didn't! I mean, that I carried my handbag within my rucksack, which contained things like my purse and diary, or that I was incorporating discreet female clothing into my male wardrobe as a substitute for being completely femme all the time (and that whilst talking with him I was wearing four items of femme-wear. I didn't even introduce myself properly (very difficult to do while in boy-mode anyway). Lilith is going to have to get out and visit the doctors herself at some point.

Next on the list of people to tell: the people trying to find me work, they're going to want to know that the girl is wanting work, not the boy!

I'm so excited! This is great!