{"id":38,"date":"2014-10-06T06:30:00","date_gmt":"2014-10-06T06:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/ait\/?p=38"},"modified":"2018-02-21T22:22:54","modified_gmt":"2018-02-22T02:22:54","slug":"day-14-girl-mode","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/possiblegirl.com\/sotheresthat\/day-14-girl-mode\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 14: Lazy Sunday in Girl Mode"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Sunday comes and I decide I&#8217;d like to spend the day in girl mode.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">My son is cool with it (again), so I change into a long burgundy skirt. My top is another story. I find myself trying on a series of different long sleeve t-shirts. Too fat. Too tight. Too bright. Too sexy (!). I then put on the one that looks just right. The black one. Modest, slimming and appropriate for a lazy Sunday.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Just like a girl, right?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">I come downstairs, no clogs this time, and my son smiles again. Skirt or yoga pants, I ask.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Definitely skirt. This one&#8217;s a charmer.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">We spend the day catching up on <i>Sleepy Hollow<\/i>. A normal Sunday with my son. But in girl mode.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">I am a lucky man. Or girl. Or whatever. Not sure how that works yet.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">In between episodes I decide to paint my toenails. Unfortunately, I&#8217;m still at the stage of painting more than the just the nails and sheepishly scrape the excess polish off my toes. Not as much as on previous attempts, but it&#8217;d be nice to master the art of toenail painting eventually.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Night comes and my son votes pizza for dinner. Okay, let me change into boy mode for the delivery guy. No need to freak out the locals. Let&#8217;s give <i>that<\/i> a few more weeks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">My son gives me a look and says, no, let&#8217;s pay cash and I&#8217;ll handle it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">For a moment I feel a little weird about that. As if I&#8217;m hiding. And I&#8217;m done with hiding. But he talks me into it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Pizza ordered, pizza arrives and it&#8217;s all good.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Now it&#8217;s important that you know something about me. I am incapable of eating dinner without dripping stain-inducing blobs of food on myself. Usually when I&#8217;m wearing a white shirt. But the burgundy skirt goes with the sauce, so it doesn&#8217;t portend to be a <i>complete<\/i> disaster. That said, I&#8217;ve learned to drape a tea towel over my skirt when I eat. And shockingly no spills this time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">We end the evening with me still in girl mode and it&#8217;s wonderful. I literally have never spent the day with someone whilst in girl mode. Ever. And the best part is that it&#8217;s starting to feel almost &#8220;normal.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n<div class=\"p1\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt; color: #999999;\"><i>Note: When I began transitioning in 2014, I was known by my nickname DiG, which sufficed until I learned my mom had chosen Jennifer had my birth gone differently. So for historical sake, I leave my posts and podcasts as originally conceived, but know that my name is and apparently always was Jen.<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"p2\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sunday comes and I decide I&#8217;d like to spend the day in girl mode. My son is cool with it (again), so I change into a long burgundy skirt. My top is another story. I find myself trying on a series of different long sleeve t-shirts. Too fat. Too tight. Too bright. Too sexy (!). 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