The HRT consultation

I saw my gynecologist today.  The Valkyrie and the Naiad went with me.  Since we were just there yesterday for the Naiad’s follow-up, there was much joking around about how next time we have to bring cake for the party.

The doctor had a good idea: sub-lingual compounded testosterone.  I’m going to take it once every day, in the morning.  It’s a low dose — 6mg — to see how I handle it.  I may or may not switch to weekly injections down the road.  I’ll wait and see how it goes.  The prescription has been sent to my local compounding pharmacy.  I’m going to call them around 11am to see when I can pick it up.

I’m excited.  Nervous, but excited.  I feel like I’m doing the right thing, and being able to try it on a daily basis first is optimal.  If I get an injection and have a bad reaction I have to wait almost two weeks for it to clear my system.  A daily dose, though, is easily stopped.

I think I will do an HRT video log like so many other trans people do.  I’m going to keep it private for now, though.  I’m not ready for the general public.

Today has been a very good day, even without the HRT appointment.  I woke up easily this morning, with no lethargy.  Took my morning meds, checked my email, did some things on my to-do list, took a shower, and got ready to go out.  I was a little overstimulated, moreso than normal, but once I took a Klonopin I felt like a normal person.  I’ve continued to function well.  The three of us went to Orlando for the Naiad’s GP follow-up, and my aforementioned gyn appointment.  It’s the third day in a row that I’ve spent most of my time outside the house, and it’s going well.  Aside from the morning’s overstimulation I haven’t had any symptoms or side effects from the new medication.

Oh, but my libido is back.  Oh, myyyyyy.

I seem to have found the right binding solution for me.  An old cotton sports bra with an Underworks ManShape gynecomastia tank over it.  The tank has compression panels in the chest but feels like cotton.  By itself, my chest pops out the bottom of the panel.  With the sports bra (which does nothing but prevent the boys from drooping too low) I feel comfortable and my chest is nicely flattened.  This is huge, because binders are generally uncomfortable for me.  I’m a big dude, and they cut into my underarms a lot.  But this solution has done well for two days straight now, and if it keeps up I’ll be asking for more tanks for my birthday next month. Also, I like having the tank tucked into my pants because it keeps the waist from moving around so much.  No more plumber’s crack, wooooo.

Between the binding and the HRT decision I feel like I’m relaxing into my masculinity a bit more.  It feels sort of like sitting back into a comfortable armchair.  I hope it isn’t a momentary feeling…

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