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a special day
Saturday, January 8th, 2011
Woke up feeling pretty good, got up checked my emails, nothing to important. Shaved my body, still getting used to the sensations. Went on a morning walk on the beach with mom again, it was great to get out there. Once back we cooked some delicious breakfast sandwiches.
I was looking for a cloth rope to use as a necklace with my Thumb Drive so I can carry it around with me, she asked what I was looking for and explained what I was trying to do and she jumped in and pulled out some old jewelery to cannibalize for my necklace. We took parts from 3 different items to get something together that worked. In the process she found some nail polish and a cute pinkie ring that she gave to me. Squee! Mom gave me nail polish
Waited anxiously for my wig to arrive. With 1pm rolling around I was not sure it would show up today as the mail would normally have come by this point. We watched some TV on her bed, in general hanging out together. We were excited to watch the NFL Wild card playoffs, she was rooting for New Orleans, I wanted the underdog Sea Hawks to win, they played a great game and by far one of the best I had seen.
Mid way through around 3pm my wig came! I was so excited to open it, but also nervous to wear it around mom. I spent 14 years hiding this sort of stuff from her, and in the last week I have been able to openly explore a side of myself I was to scared to, to an extent I never thought would be possible. We fussed over the wig, getting it untangled. It was comfortable, not to hot, and looked really good for how cheap it was. She has been nothing but supportive and loving of her daughter Zoe, even referring to me by my new name, although she still used pronouns wrong (and apologized for without me even mentioning it). She asked if I wanted to try some Makeup (third time). I said after dinner, was still getting used to the wig
Dinner rolls around and it was the best dinner ever, not only was the food delicious, but being myself, and having a great time bonding with my mom was almost to much. I was waiting to be woken up from a dream. It was not over yet though, the best part was still coming.
She gave me a makeover, taking her time to try and make me look good. She did it with my wig off, and once finished I looked in the mirror, I liked it, but with short hair it felt off. Putting on my wig gave me a whole new perspective on my face, a perspective that left me happily lost looking at myself in the mirror. We snuggled up in her bed to watch TV, I had to keep myself from smearing my makeup with tears of joy as it all set in, but a couple escaped my eyes. I told her thank you, and that I loved her, she told me she loved me and we hugged for an eternity. I never want this day to end.
a special day
Saturday, January 8th, 2011
Woke up feeling pretty good, got up checked my emails, nothing to important. Shaved my body, still getting used to the sensations. Went on a morning walk on the beach with mom again, it was great to get out there. Once back we cooked some delicious breakfast sandwiches.
I was looking for a cloth rope to use as a necklace with my Thumb Drive so I can carry it around with me, she asked what I was looking for and explained what I was trying to do and she jumped in and pulled out some old jewelery to cannibalize for my necklace. We took parts from 3 different items to get something together that worked. In the process she found some nail polish and a cute pinkie ring that she gave to me. Squee! Mom gave me nail polish
Waited anxiously for my wig to arrive. With 1pm rolling around I was not sure it would show up today as the mail would normally have come by this point. We watched some TV on her bed, in general hanging out together. We were excited to watch the NFL Wild card playoffs, she was rooting for New Orleans, I wanted the underdog Sea Hawks to win, they played a great game and by far one of the best I had seen.
Mid way through around 3pm my wig came! I was so excited to open it, but also nervous to wear it around mom. I spent 14 years hiding this sort of stuff from her, and in the last week I have been able to openly explore a side of myself I was to scared to, to an extent I never thought would be possible. We fussed over the wig, getting it untangled. It was comfortable, not to hot, and looked really good for how cheap it was. She has been nothing but supportive and loving of her daughter Zoe, even referring to me by my new name, although she still used pronouns wrong (and apologized for without me even mentioning it). She asked if I wanted to try some Makeup (third time). I said after dinner, was still getting used to the wig
Dinner rolls around and it was the best dinner ever, not only was the food delicious, but being myself, and having a great time bonding with my mom was almost to much. I was waiting to be woken up from a dream. It was not over yet though, the best part was still coming.
She gave me a makeover, taking her time to try and make me look good. She did it with my wig off, and once finished I looked in the mirror, I liked it, but with short hair it felt off. Putting on my wig gave me a whole new perspective on my face, a perspective that left me happily lost looking at myself in the mirror. We snuggled up in her bed to watch TV, I had to keep myself from smearing my makeup with tears of joy as it all set in, but a couple escaped my eyes. I told her thank you, and that I loved her, she told me she loved me and we hugged for an eternity. I never want this day to end.
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