I seem to have crossed the passing point. People who I encounter in everyday life assume I was born a woman, almost without exception. Even my voice, which is still enough to get me called ’sir’ over the phone, seems to pass muster when backed up by my appearance.
Everyone used to stare, or double-take, or [...]

I can’t remember the last time I went an entire day without applying any makeup.
Ok. The truth is that I smushed a little pink lip balm onto my lips a couple of times, but that was it. Like lip balm counts.
This is important because I use makeup for feminization. Sure, it’s also about making myself [...]

I have the mixed, but mostly good fortune of being a fairly attractive person. I was hot as a man, and I’m still borderline-hot as a trans woman. I’m also lucky enough to be 5′8″ with a size 10 shoe, so my size isn’t a big tell.
This is the best photo of me as a [...]

Yesterday, I found myself in Richmond Hill, a sprawling suburb to the north of the city. The best coffee going was Starbucks, and so I was in Starbucks, getting a coffee.
I suspected that the woman behind the counter clocked me as trans when she took my order. When she turned to make my coffee, her [...]

Yesterday, I went to see my family doctor. As is my custom these days, I presented as a woman.
The truth is that I really don’t have a male presentation left anyway. I could assemble one if I wanted to–I’ve hung onto enough clothing, and I’m not on hormones or blockers yet–but I can’t bear the [...]