The Transition Process: 3 Months on Hormones

The Transition Process: 3 Months on Hormones

Hello again! It’s been about two months since I last talked about my experience with HRT, and I figured it was about time for another update. Dark secrets lie within. Read on… if you dare.No, nothing like that. It’s all positive! And no secrets. Just cold, hard FACTS. Maybe.

Alright, let’s get on with it.

I cried for the first time in a long time recently. Up until then, crying was extremely difficult for me. I don’t know if you know this, but testosterone stops you from crying! Not completely, obviously. But it makes it much harder. You can get right up to the precipice, but those tears won’t come. Such was my experience, and it SUCKED. I can’t tell you how many times I wished I could cry, and just couldn’t do it.

I am growing boobs. Wait, let me say that again.

I. Am. Growing. Boobs.

Yes, it has finally started to happen. They are teeny-tiny little bumps, but they are undeniably there. I have no idea how big they’ll end up being, but they are direct, physical proof to me that the medication is definitely doing something. That means a lot.

On the topic of medication, I’ve been switched. For the first two months, I was on a very simple, weak estrogen pill called progynova. After maybe a month and a half, I added an androgen blocker (to surpress testosterone) called spironolactone. Let me tell you, those pills taste awful. Just, the worst. Anyway, about three weeks ago, my doctor realised the progynova wasn’t doing enough, so I am now taking a contraceptive pill called microgynon.

I am putting on weight at an increased rate. Which is to say, I’m putting on weight. Alas, testosterone does get one thing right; an increased metabolism. Goodbye, days of carefree eating.

…pfft, yeah right. I will continue to sustain myself with junk food. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a bit (or a lot) of weight.

Aside from those changes, there are a couple other things. I’ve started treatments for laser hair removal (because HRT does pretty much nothing to facial hair growth). Apparently I will need a whopping 12 treatments to get rid of maybe 80% of that hair, which is… well, it’s a lot, but it has to be done. Fuck you, facial hair. I will destroy you. WITH SCIENCE.

Also, I’ll soon be starting voice feminization therapy, because when I answer phones and tell them my name (my real name is not as ambiguous as Snow) people get very confused. Also because when I’m correctly gendered in public I become terrified to speak because I know my stupid man voice will ruin it. Hopefully, I’ll be able to work on that.

And that’s about it for today, kittens. I shall check in again at the next significant milestone, or just when I have something interesting to say. Until then, it’s back to your regularly scheduled writing updates.


We’re clearly soldiers in petticoats
Dauntless crusaders for women’s votes
Though we adore men individually
We agree that as a group they’re rather stupid…

Cast off the shackles of yesterday!
Shoulder to shoulder into the fray!
Our daughters’ daughters will adore us
And they’ll sing in grateful chorus
“Well done! Well done!
Sister Suffragette!” 

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