|I like this shot.|
A vision of the future?
Miss Warrington already knew.
I put my hair up in the shower this morning, I'd washed it yesterday and didn't want it wet and drying on my first day back. Having bought a white long-sleeved t-shirt and some rather fetching pink pin-stripe black work trousers to go with my jacket yesterday afternoon (and taken some photos of which I am a bit proud) and having slept soundly in my nightie and stuffed bra I was reluctant to let go of the summer. I had bought some ankle socks, blue but for ladies (they have white hearts on them, small detail), and so I donned a pair, my usual knickers, my pink (but abused looking after I washed it with my new black jeggings) bralette and wondered about the day ahead. I eschewed mascara after a bit of an internal struggle but kept the alice band (you can see that in the accompanying images) and debated glasses instead (I did not wear them). I put on a purple shirt and my hunting trousers from back in 2018 or 2019 (I can't remember, I posted about it). Then I ensured I had everything and off I went.
|This is my favourite, however.|
Honestly, comfortable pose there.
Thus it was that I ended up talking to my Union Rep. I had intended it to be a quick: "hi, head's up, I'm trans and I plan to transition but not yet. Nothing changes yet, thought you should know, just in case. Bye!" But it wasn't. She was very supportive, encouraging and seemed to think this meant I could turn up Monday in a dress. I assured her things weren't moving that quickly, explained the issues about waiting times etc (why I hadn't made a move there yet) and how I couldn't afford to go private. It was a positive, almost uplifting, conversation. No, I lie, it was uplifting, not almost. She offered congratulations, I didn't know what to do with that, I mean... congratulations?
|The most 'natural' of the set, to my mind.|
Okay, so I like them all.
Then I told my boss, Alice, and he said he had suspected something along those lines last term. He couldn't put his finger on what exactly, but something meant that he wasn't surprised. He warned me that, while he wasn't saying I should do anything or not unless I wanted to or not, I should probably realise that things wouldn't be easy at work. It wouldn't be easy, it may not be rewarding, and I should only proceed with the utmost caution. Obviously he would support me, both as a friend and officially (and was he allowed to know officially? Yes), but he was keen to say that it probably wouldn't be easy-going. I explained the extent to which things would not be easy, including the inevitable headlines in the Daily Heil (I mean the Daily Mail, hate-rag extraordinaire, whose non-dom billionaire owner's father, then owner, once ran a headline in 1938: "Hurrah for the Blackshirts!" about the NSDAP in Danzig - his son has never commented but positively on his father's political views). Alice listened, nodded, "yes, that sort of thing." It was all said with a smile, but the warmth wasn't there as in other conversations - at least, I didn't feel it.
|The app hasn't messed with this one, this|
is as life-like as you're likely to get.
I still like it.
Finally, and by now my head was spinning despite plenty of inter-cut conversations with other people that weren't about this... uh- about my trans-ness, though Miss Warrington laid a huge amount of groundwork about glare cancelling glasses with other colleagues after ascertaining that I had indeed bought some over the summer. Basically paving the way for me to come in them tomorrow I guess.
|Better lit. Crazed. Tee rendered as blurred.|
Home: I feel very... well, obviously I change (blue jeggings, new long-sleeved white t-shirt, favourite pink tee, glasses) and then... I did not expect to have the day I had. Five people in a day. Only that trip to my favourite local vegan game cafe exceeds that splash damage. I guess that's progress? I feel like I was making sure I couldn't go back on things and, well, I guess I can't now. And Miss Warrington knows my name. Okay, that's quite enough for now.
|Can it really be that I am not terribly far|
from this being a viable ensemble for work?