Friday

Morning. For some reason I was imagining myself having a girl time with another girl and talking about men... got really dysphoric as I didn't feel like a real woman... felt like some weirdo, like imposter...
Trichologist session again. She was triggering me as always. Then outside I saw many girls with their fem bodies. It was so fucking hard. I almost cried in the bus. On days like this there is no question if I'm a guy or not. The only question is if I'm suppressed trans.