Five months on testosterone. Time is flying. I have a little random facial stubble and hairy thighs. I get more sirs than ma’ams (barely).
I can do the deep voices when I read bedtime stories to my daughter, and my voice cracks when I do the high ones. I have days that I wake up with a lot of dysphoria, but more and more where I go around feeling pretty normal and natural. I’ve graduated from chin-ups and I can finally now do a pull up. Every month I hope to get serious about diet and exercise, and then life gets in the way. And this month has been a doozy.
The photos–pre-T to 5 months:
This month, I’m starting to feel good about my voice. It’s finally getting to the range where on the phone it’s at least ambiguous.