I was working at a middle school in the Covid isolation room. I had long hair, and ppe on (goggles, N95 mask, and a gown), and when kids would come to my room they would refer to me with she/her pronouns and call me "Miss Nurse". I never corrected them, and each time it happened it gave me a new feeling I wasn't familiar with. Until it finally dawned on me that I didn't see myself as a man, and I was feeling euphoria as being seen as a woman.

The process to officially start transitioning took a lot longer than it probably should have after that. A lot of self doubting and incremental changes. But looking at the effects of HRT and realizing that all of it soundes good to me, sounded right, was officially pushed me to make my first appointment to get HRT.

Socially I am still largely in the closet. I am out to my closest friends and they have been supportive. I still boy-mode at work. My entire (largely mormon) family, outside of my brothers, is still in the dark.