One thing I don't do nearly enough is express my gratitude to all of you who stop by Cyrsti's Condo! Thank you! All of you and your comments make the work of posting a daily transgender blog so worthwhile.

Yesterday, fall hit in a big way around here in Southwestern Ohio. And, as luck would have it, Liz  and I's circle group had a get together last night celebrating the first official day of Autumn. As it turned out, we had a small group of hardy souls get together under a park shelter in the rain to share food and fellowship.

Every once in a while, I run into someone I haven't seen in a while. Last night it was Monica. Monica is a delightful German native (cis woman) who is able to travel with her significant other to many different interesting spots. We bonded last summer during another meet up when I learned she is from a location in Germany close to where I was stationed when I was in the Army.

For some reason, yesterday was different (as I wrote about before) when I thought my whole look just was very good. I thought I looked good and fit in for where I was going. Monica must have thought so too because along the way in our conversation she paused and said something to the fact I was really coming along with my presentation. I was floored. It was one of the nicest straight forward unsolicited compliments I have received in a long time. Never in my life would I have ever dreamed I could have gotten this far with my MtF gender transition.

The whole day spurred me on to be more diligent with my night time preparation, make sure I do my vocal homework and keep my schedule with my hairdresser. One thing I need to do more work on is my nails. I try to work on mine (with a file) every week when I accompany Liz to her karate class on Saturdays.

Finally, I try to watch what I eat to keep my weight down.

However you look at it, gratitude takes a lot of work! It's true, you get back results equal to the work you put into it.

 If you are just beginning your journey as a cross dresser or novice transgender woman, it's a labor of love.


  1. Funny, you should write about this today. This morning, while working, I had one of those great experiences. As I care for over 100 very impressive and large hanging flower baskets and ground planters in a tourist area on the waterfront, I get many compliments on my work every day. Today, though, I was approached by a beautiful, very petite woman who was with a tour group from China. She spoke excellent English, and went on about how impressed she was by the flowers. Her friend, meanwhile was taking pictures of the nearby basket. When the woman, who was talking to me, noticed her friend taking pics, she looked at me and said, "I like you. You are very pretty too." She then put her arm around me and had her friend take our picture together. I was a bit taken aback. I told my wife about it when I got home, and she said that this woman will probably go back to China and show all her friends how big American women are. I answered back, "And how pretty, too!" ;-)

  2. Leave it to someone to ruin a compliment. Liz always gives me a passive aggressive answer such as "I told you how far you have come!"

    1. To be fair to her, I emphasized the difference in our body sizes when I told her the story, and how I had to bend my knees so that our heads both fit in the pic. However, my wife has never told me that I'm pretty. She'll tell me that I look good in a particular outfit, but almost always after I've fished for it. I know it's because her transition is still a little behind mine, and her memory of the guy she married is not as distant as mine. This is why I say that transition never really ends or comes to some definite conclusion.

      BTW, it is interesting how Google spies on us. As I am typing in the little comment box, I am distracted by an ad that shows a pretty Asian woman for "" (I guess that they didn't pick up on the "my wife" thing) :-)


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