About Time
Today (okay, yesterday) was a day I'd been anticipating since I started T, the first time someone I didn't care to come out to with no knowledge of my gender identity noticed a physical change. There wasn't anything awkward or uncomfortable about it, although I didn't really say anything that would have made me feel awkward or uncomfortable.
I had a brief meeting with a professor for whom I grade, who for the record has heard plenty of my voice pre-T and throughout the past five months. As soon as I started the conversation, he interrupted me to ask if I was okay. I replied in the affirmative and asked why he had asked that question. He asked if I was sure I was alright, and again I responded in the affirmative and gave him a quizzical look. He said my voice sounded like I was sick (a cold was implied). Smiling, I repeated that I was fine and got on with the meeting.
I had a brief meeting with a professor for whom I grade, who for the record has heard plenty of my voice pre-T and throughout the past five months. As soon as I started the conversation, he interrupted me to ask if I was okay. I replied in the affirmative and asked why he had asked that question. He asked if I was sure I was alright, and again I responded in the affirmative and gave him a quizzical look. He said my voice sounded like I was sick (a cold was implied). Smiling, I repeated that I was fine and got on with the meeting.