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This is for people who keep inviting me to random crossdresser groups: PLEASE STOP!

I do not join groups because it's too difficult to keep track of one's images and too often they serve as voluntary rip-off farms. Here's my picture for your group. Feel free to harvest them and post on your paysite. No thank you.

And additionally, I did not legally change my name, inject myself with vials full of female hormones and have myself surgically rearranged so I could appear on the web as a cross-dresser! For those who haven't figured it out yet, I have transitioned. And yes, that does now officially make me one of those pissy transwomen who gets irritated by things a lot!

Thank you for understanding!

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2 months after upper FFS, 10 weeks after lower. My face is still stiff and adjusting but it's more flexible than it was. I think I will have the scar at the side of my mouth forever :-(

I'll just say a quick Thank You to everyone for your positive and encouraging comments. As may be already obvious, I'm really happy with things at the moment! That's despite the slightly grumpy look as I favour the village idiot when I try one of my regulation Cheesy Grins (TM) at the moment... :-) Actually, I don't have to Cheesy Grin (TM) as much anymore because I don't look so masculine if I don't smile which was always the problem!

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Me, knocking around at home. I added about 10 minutes worth of makeup and stood in front of the camera. This is who I am 24/7/365 now. Life is really easy! I don't have to go to great lengths to do a photo shoot anymore. A bit of makeup: bish, bash, bosh, slip into my heels et voila! Done. Problem is, I don't feel like taking photos anymore :-)

Life is *so* much better now than it was. All that time I was doing a what-if analysis and testing the waters of acceptance, both within myself and without (although still with a self-selecting sub-set of wider society). I should have just said "screw it!" and gotten on with it. I really can't believe it took me this long to find the secret to my own personal happiness. I just had to transition! The stupid thing is that I already knew that by the time I was15...

In a city far away... Buenos Aires to be exact. At the opera (Teatro Colon) to be more exact.

Me a couple of weeks ago, as the title says, still swollen, still with my post-op mouth wound (still not sure how I got that) and with sutures still in my nose.

Things continue to improve - the wound is virtually gone - and my swelling continues to reduce. It's going to be several months I think before it's all resolved but I'm not in a big hurry.

I can say that life continues in a positive direction. Getting pretty much universally correctly gendered (friends and acquaintances from my previous incarnation still slip-up but I guess it's difficult not to) is really satisfying: it allows my previous existence to float away on the soft summer breeze of beautiful memory...

As for my smile... my mouth still isn't working properly: it's quite stiff and smiling is pretty impossible at the moment. When I smile it comes out as a grimace. Still, I'm smiling on the inside, even here. I'm really hoping that all resolves because I was very happy with my smile before - it was very feminine I thought. I may just have to develop a more moody demeanour even though I'm secretly over the moon :-) (Not so secret, huh?)

All bandages and plasters off (though some sutures still in) and the merest film of makeup on (eyes - lips are enhanced by coloured chap-stick).

Me, post all FFS surgery, still swollen and bruised but on the road to nowhere. Erm, I mean recovery.