Day 18: A New Ouch
Ouch.
Over the last couple of days, my nipples have really begun to be tender and sore. Almost stinging at times. At work, my uniform chafes against them, and I have trouble sleeping on my chest like I normally do at night. I'll probably switch to a vest instead of an apron at work to help solve that issue, and at night, well, I'll try a new sleeping position, or place a soft pillow under my chest.
Stupid, good-for-nothing second puberty! (Okay, good for lots, but like...fucking ouch!)
Well, on the bright side, at least I know something is happening, and it's happening under my two nipples. Sorry if this is too-much-information, but you know what, you're going to get all sorts of weird details and updates about my body, because that's how this journal is going to function. Hitch a ride on this bus (naturally, a big purple bus with lots of champagne, wine, and cookies). I'm on the road towards total femininity, and you're all invited to witness the freaky road trip via my blog. Be prepared for the weird and the shocking.
If I seem overly daft, it's only because I'm half awake. Time to sleep.
Goodnight,
Teegan
P.S. I am doing something a bit different with my entries, starting from back on my first day of HRT: I'm going to throw the day (or week or month, whichever is more relevant) of therapy into the titles of my post, for better reference as to my progress. Stole this idea from another blog, but hey, it's a neat idea, so I abduct it.
Over the last couple of days, my nipples have really begun to be tender and sore. Almost stinging at times. At work, my uniform chafes against them, and I have trouble sleeping on my chest like I normally do at night. I'll probably switch to a vest instead of an apron at work to help solve that issue, and at night, well, I'll try a new sleeping position, or place a soft pillow under my chest.
Stupid, good-for-nothing second puberty! (Okay, good for lots, but like...fucking ouch!)
Well, on the bright side, at least I know something is happening, and it's happening under my two nipples. Sorry if this is too-much-information, but you know what, you're going to get all sorts of weird details and updates about my body, because that's how this journal is going to function. Hitch a ride on this bus (naturally, a big purple bus with lots of champagne, wine, and cookies). I'm on the road towards total femininity, and you're all invited to witness the freaky road trip via my blog. Be prepared for the weird and the shocking.
If I seem overly daft, it's only because I'm half awake. Time to sleep.
Goodnight,
Teegan
P.S. I am doing something a bit different with my entries, starting from back on my first day of HRT: I'm going to throw the day (or week or month, whichever is more relevant) of therapy into the titles of my post, for better reference as to my progress. Stole this idea from another blog, but hey, it's a neat idea, so I abduct it.