Another Shift

I haven't checked my weight since the middle of November. I'm afraid to. Some people say weight and age are just numbers. Well, let's see whether they believe that when they reach my numbers.

Have I gained weight since then? I don't know. I do know this, however: My body is changing shape, again. After I was on hormones for a few months, I noticed that my men's clothes, and even some of the women's clothes I had at the time, didn't fit anymore. My previously-flat chest started to develop two mounds. They'll never rival Pamela Anderson's, nor do I want them to. But they were enough so that I couldn't button my old shirts or jackets. And my rear end, while still proportionately smaller than most women's, had clearly grown larger, at least proportionally. This meant that any pants that fit around my rear end were much too big for my waist, and anything that fit my waist (the way men's pants are fitted, along with the inseam length), I couldn't get around my rear without stretching or tearing it. So, it was a good thing that I was happy to wear skirts just about every day, and that I like A-lines as well as other flared styles.

A couple of weeks ago, I noticed that some under and outer pants didn't fit anymore. If I pulled them to my waist--or, at least, what had been my waist for the past few years--they slid off. So now I have to buy lower-cut underpants and lower-rising pants. And the undepants have to be a size smaller than the ones I've used.

The doctors--and other transgenders--told me about the "fat migration" I seem to have experienced. But no-one said there would be two rounds of it. Not that I'm complaining. It's just was unexpected. Then again, I guess everything shifts sooner or later,doesn't it?