I’ve even set an alarm—I’m supposed to call the clinic tomorrow morning at 8am to begin this process. I have to call to try to get in this week as a new patient. And, I’ll be honest, I’m kind of scared.

I mean, it gets real from here. Later this week I could be getting my blood drawn and tested to see what kinds of hormone doses I would need. I would be well and truly on my way.

I’m scared.

I’m scared somewhat because of the way I know I will be treated by some people. I’m scared because I know what I will be facing: odd looks, comments, etc. But I’m more scared because of what I don’t know: what this will feel like, what I’ll look like, and where my life goes from here.

It starts tomorrow morning with me punching ten digits into my phone. Wish me luck. Here we go.