Okay, so I wrote about making an appointment with an endocrinologist (Made an Appointment), and I wrote about being on the waiting list for voice feminization therapy (Yeah! I am on a Waiting List). So, you will never guess what happen? Hehehe.
I was sitting in a journal therapy group today. Not that it is pertinent, or maybe it is. I wrote about being a strong person, and also about how that has help me in my transitioning. It was towards the end of the group when my cell phone rang. I saw who was calling (UDC Voice Training). I quickly answered and left the room. The woman on the phone said that they had an available appointment this Thursday. Needless to say I jumped to take it.
This then is my other appointment. I was so excited that I would be starting voice feminization therapy. I have never desired to do this more since I first applied. An incidence buying doughnuts brought it ever more home to me. At first the server called me ma’am, but at the end of the transaction she called me sir. What intervened I believe was my voice. I try hard to look decent as a woman, so being recognized as a woman (being called ma’am) is a pretty affirming occurrence. But there is no denying my voice sounds like a man’s.
When I first thought of voice feminization training I thought it should be in conjunction with the results of hrt (hormone replacement therapy). It would seem completely weird to have my desire A-cups breasts and a redistributing of fat from my abdomen to my buns and then have a manly voice to go with it. But, now that I am already in passing order to some at least my voice is giving me away.
I would add that I do not mine being seen as a transgender woman as long as I am gendered correctly. I don’t point out my trans status unless I feel it is relevant. But, whether someone can tell I am a transwoman or not, it still a very nice experience being called ma’am or miss or Ms. Of course most people that know me call me Stephie.
Okay that was a tangent. But this gurl is so excited to be able to start her voice training.
* OMG stands for Oh My Goodness, not oh my god.
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