London trip – Day 1

The day, after an awkward start went rather well. I slept late due to over-indulging on wine on Monday evening, and so got up with about 45 minutes to get ready and go, and this with a hangover. I knew I’d forget something, and it was the small lock I use on my rucksack/laptop bag. As a result, it pulled open under the weight and ejected my mouse and some cables. Fortunately, aside from some small scratches, there was no harm done.

Trains were running well, so I made good time and landed in Paddington just after 12:30, whereupon I took the underground to Euston Square and walked up to Mornington Crescent where I’m staying for the week.

Emma was tunning late, but arrived about 3, and we chatted, had some coffee and she was good enough to help me with my makeup. On the other hand, she did try to pinch my boots – they are rather cute – so. We were going to go shopping, but for one reason or another, mostly to do with the weather not being great, that didn’t happen, and we headed out about 5:45.

A friend had invited me to a meet-up in town, near Oxford Street, so Emma and I wandered off down there, had a few drinks and some food while waiting for my friend and flatmate. It was quite fun, but a little on the quiet side. Later we headed up to Camden Town for Emma’s group, where we stayed til about 10.

All in all, not a bad first day out, but it was evening and I had good company. Today it’s daylight and I’m alone, and I have to do some grocery shopping. It won’t be as hard as if I had to do this yesterday, but even so, I am nervous.

Sorry there are no photos, but Emma doesn’t like them, and my camera seemed a bit over complex for her.  Perhaps today/tonight. See how things go.

The butterfly effect

Well, not really of course, or else there’d be about a dozen tropical storms converging on Melbourne about now. I have so many butterflies in my stomach it’s be a collector’s wet dream. The nerves are really setting in.

It’s just before 2pm here, I am packed and all but ready to leave… not of course that I do leave until 8:45 tomorrow morning. Feeling all weird.

Early morning terrors.

It finally hit me this morning as a lay in bed – the enormity of what I have planned for this week. My excitement and nerves turned to real fear for once, and not the kind I already expected. A thousand questions ran through my mind… some real, some hypothetical. Last minute panic, stage fright if you prefer. It feels pretty bad, but in the light of day, the excitement is taking over again…

  • Will I pass?
  • How will people react?
  • How will my old friends react?
  • Will I have trouble from local youths?
  • What will I do if anything bad happens?

I’m sure you understand what I mean. I’m not looking for sympathy from anyone, and the people who already know have been most supportive, with the possible exception of the ‘rents, who still think it’s some kind of kink.

Anyway more later… I have things to do.

Squeeeee!

It’s early on Saturday morning and I am awake and up. Too excited to sleep, and too much to do anyway. Before anything though, it’s coffee time, then a shower and shopping. I need a few things before next week including shoe polish, a sweater and bits.

Oh, did I mention, I am spending some time in London next week, meeting old friends and new, looking for work and the like. I’ve been before of course, but this is the first time I am going as a girl. Seven days with no way to back out. Once I get on that train, I am committed unless I go out and buy a whole new wardrobe when I’m there. Of course, I do this all the time at home alone and in SL, but never in public before – where I live is too dangerous – so this is a big step for me. The plan is to move to London more permanently later in the year (as soon as I get work) and live full time as a woman then. Luckily, I have a place to stay.

All I need to fix is my looks!

Needless to say I am rather excited about all this, and for the record, absolutely terrified! I so want it though, and if I am to go through with this gender transition then I need to start being public some time. Now is as good a time as any.