Facebook in all it’s wisdom sent me this picture today from eleven years ago.
This was taken during one of my very first trips to the women’s room at a venue where I was able to “flip” myself. Meaning I started to go there as a guy with my deceased wife before she passed and after I started to go there as a novice transgender woman.
What I notice also in this picture was my attention to detail. From my long wavy dark wig, to my jewelry, rings and sunglasses, I tried to cover all the feminine basics
The same is true when I go back and explore some of the earliest posts of the Cyrsti’s Condo blog. I noticed I wrote much more about the effort I put into to looking the best feminine self I could do. As the years went on and I started to live fulltime in the feminine world the blog drifted towards more of a lifestyle effort.
As I look back on those days so far ago, I do remember how terrified I was but on the other hand, how excited I felt.
The end result of course was I finally figured out my male self had to go into the closet and I could start a life as my authentic self.