My little happy dance

So three days in a row I have dashed home form work, thrown off my women clothes and crawled into my boy clothes.

Why the happy dance?

Tomorrow is dress down day. I get to wear my new boy jeans and therefore clothes are that simply more "me".

Plus, should be last day with a gaggle of women who think that the only bloke in the group is the tutor. Next week there'll be more people in the training group.

I am increasingly feeling that my new work place is going to be the safest space in which to transition. I am protected from any gossiping etc. Must return computer to proper owner