On the way to the Gender Identity Clinic

Out in the real world again in day light, on my way to my first appointment at the Charing Cross gender identity clinic. These are my first steps towards womanhood, it's a long road, good job I'm wearing flats ;)

Charing Cross Gender Identity Clinic Day

Wow so my day at the clinic is finally here and my head is all over the place. I'm constantly worried that I'm doing the right thing, that I will be able to hack life as a psuedo woman. Life is quite hard for me right now with out adding the trans issue in. If I'm totally honest with myself I do doubt that I am a transsexual, some times. Putting a skirt on did turn me on when I was younger and I'm not sure if this makes me technically a tranny? This doesn't feel like a fetish to me, but then who am I to know, I feel like such a prude in the trans world as it is anyway.

The biggest deal with today is the sense that I'm making a very dramatic step in the direction of womanhood and even though this is something I've dreamed of since a very young age it scares my socks off and I guess for very good reasons, if it didn't worry me at all there would be something wrong.