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Waiting for my hair to dry out, and then I'm putting the one thing about my physical form I feel good about into...Nikki's hands. He's going to first bleach it, then dye it deep emerald green. I'm finally going to have my dream hair, my favorite color, green. I've been trying to do my part to help find the balance between Nikki's two sides, and have invited him as far into the girl world as I go, which isn't far really, when someone online is judging me purely on behaviors and interests they usually assume I'm male until it comes up and I realize it and say um...nope, sorry. I guess I'm horrible at being girly, so I just go for being me and not giving a crap. But sometimes I wonder if my lack of girlness is not helping right now. But anyway, my hair. So instead of going off on my own or calling one of my girlfriends I put the stuff in Nikki's hands and said let's do this. I think he's kinda excited about that, and mentioned that he'd like me to do his (he's eyeing this lovely black shade with deep shimmery sapphire highlights we saw when I was picking up a processing cap for the bleaching). I'm super excited! I think it'll look great on him. I"m extremely nervous as despite all the color play I've done with my hair, I have never bleached it before. I always just went with the subtler shades if I was lightening it (often used a blond dye in the winter to get my dark hair to something close to its summer red) or hennas. Fairly gentle to the hair itself. If my hair wasn't so dark I wouldn't do it, but it's really dark and gets darker with age and I'd like more than the really really subtle color it would have if i didn't bleach it. So wish me luck! And, hopefully, Nikki will have a blast. Or at least not blind me with bleach in my eyes.

It was a good night. My train arrived late into London and I had to double-time the walk to meet with the psychologist, but it all went well enough. I was hot and sweaty and feeling dishevelled by the time I arrived but, to be honest, I didn't look as bad as she did. It was evident that her office had no air con and she had had precious little fresh air all day. She looked more tired and dishevelled than me. The interview went well. We covered old ground but that didn't rattle me at all. I simply answered the questions honestly and straightforwardly. I've been asked the same questions so many times now, and while they would have annoyed me six months ago, they didn't yesterday. It's as if these people don't read each other's reports - or maybe they're trying to find a different answer. Anyway, a little over one hour after meeting her, I was checking into my hotel. I found the gym and used it then took a shower and ordered room service. Great food, I have to say. I spent the rest of the evening reading and listening to music until my eyes started to close. This morning, after another trip to the gym, I showered and checked out before finding a great coffee shop along the street from my hotel, which is where I am now. My train departs in around 50 minutes so I'm just passing the time and reflecting on yesterday's interview. She told me to schedule a follow up appointment with the psychiatrist next month and then another one with her in January when she will recommend top surgery. She's already emailed the psychiatrist to agree with his assessment that I need a better T prescription than the one I currently have. All in all it's been a worthwhile trip to London. Again. Peace and love, everyone.

I'm a bit late, but congratulations on your surgery, Chrissy! I hope your recovery is continuing to go well!