You Don’t Need to Figure Out Your Gender All at Once

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I shut off the ignition and took a deep breath. What was there to be afraid of? Nothing. The shop clerks probably wouldn’t say much at all other than “Need help finding anything?” But I still felt exposed, especially because I still looked like the man I had lived as for 35 years. All I wanted was a wig and some lingerie, to find out how I felt.