**Announcement!!***

Ok so, M's psychosexual thingummy has gone ahead, blood tests done, we are now just waiting for M to get the go ahead for testosterone. Basically, we need for the psych lady to tell his specialist that she agrees he's a boy (which she does) and then they need to look at his hormones and see how they can bring down the amount of oestrogen in his system and then bring his testosterone levels up to that of a mans. This fills me with excitement and trepidation. Let us not forget I am used to M's hormone balance as it is. I am a little concerned that this will mean that my lovely, soft, sweet-natured boy might turn in to some kind of horny, aggressive tyrant (I had an older brother who went in to 'smash it' mode when he hit puberty - which meant that nothing was safe, including me and my little skull). In reality, I don't think it will happen, but you hear some real horror stories. In truth, I think the specialist he's seeing will help regulate his testosterone levels so that he's not getting too much, and so will not become a horror.

Things I AM looking forward to are as follows: getting to document his bodily changes (he's agreed to let me take pics every so often, so hopefully you guys will get to see the journey too!!), learning how to inject him (yes folks, he's trusting me with his hormone administration!) and seeing how happy it will make him.

Also, I do have to remind myself I'm not in an Iain M. Banks novel, and that these changes won't take place immediately. This, though frustrating, is a comforting thing. Trust me. The last thing I want climbing in to bed with me is a suddenly hairy man, not after being used to having a delicately fuzzy bio-woman next to me. It'd be too much of a shock. I mean, I'd love it if the process could be dead simple and fast, for his sake more than mine. It'd be less painful and mean that he wouldn't get called 'Miss' all the time. But it does mean that the extra hair (if it comes) will come in fairly slowly, making the adjustment process more staged and simple. Which will also mean that learning to shave will be easier, from M's point of view. We have often sat, giggling, talking about how to shave. My dad taught me from a young age. There's photographic proof and everyfink. One day, when I feel brave enough, I'll post it. 'But S, why did he teach you?' you may well ask. Purely and simply, I was a Daddy's girl when I was little and wanted to be just like him, including shaving. He didn't question it, and purely smeared shaving foam all over my face, and kindly donated a disposable razor to me (with the safety cap still on) and showed me how, explaining about going with and against the grain. I can still remember this all very clearly. So, perhaps, when it comes to it, I can pass this knowledge on to M. Though 26 years of not shaving may mean I'm a little rusty!!

Anyway, I digress!! So, currently M is looking to start T in March, and then will (hopefully) be going in for surgery later on in the year. I actually can't wait for him to get his breasts removed. This sounds funny coming from me, but, well I want to be able to touch his body with (pardon the pun) gay abandon. I don't want to be constantly worrying whether or not my touch is upsetting him.

So, to sum up... he's one step further up the ladder and I am nervously excited about it all. As always. :) :) LET THE FUN TIMES COMMENCE!!