Day 6 - A Pre-Birthday Miracle
As I sit here on day seven waiting for my coffee, I decided I should recount yesterday and get back on track. Yesterday was full of suprises. It was a day of remaking birthday memories. As I look back now, I am sure there are emotions and other changes that I will miss in this recounting. But, living in the moment was more worthwhile yesterday than making sure that I was documenting everything.
Almost all of my mornings start out the same. I crave the discipline of the routine. Side note – I do wish I could make working out a routine but let’s tackle one problem at a time. I wake up to my alarm (or just before). I lay there for a few minutes letting my eyes adjust to the lack of light at 5am and check my personal email. At this point, I generally get up and go to the closet to pick out my outfit for the day.
The outfit choice each day is an incredibly important pick that helps me set the tone for the day. The question starts with underwear. What style and what color should I pick? What makes me feel sexiest that day? Which bralette should I pick? Then I move to the actual outerwear portion of the outfit. Should I wear a dress or maybe dress pants with a cute top? Once I feel confident that my outfit choice will make me feel the sexiest that I can for that day, I proceed to getting the shower running.
As the steam beging to build in the bathroom, I prep and make sure my razor is ready and that I have everything I need. I make quick work of making sure everything I can shave is done. Then it is time for coffee and then my daily dose of meds. It would seem so far that yesterday is completely normal and that there is nothing out of the ordinary happening. Yet….
At this point, I normally have another round of emails to check through…. and there it was. The pre-birthday miracle. A notice from Washoe County’s eflex court system. A document titled “Ord Changing Name” had been attached to my case. I ran to my desktop and quickly logged in to the system clicking over and over again hoping that the browser would hasten its request to pull the page. I loaded the document… It truly was the final order that my legal name could officially become my dead name. It was a far cry from the sixty day window that I was told.
That moment was incredibly. I felt waves of joy wash over me and I literally started crying. I was valid. I am real. Emilia is here. That singular moment set my day for so much happiness making new birthday memories with my wife. One of those memories was an experience shopping at the mall.
I had wanted to stop in to Torrid or Victoria’s Secret to pick up an actual cupped bra. While waiting for my wife to get a shower and get ready for the day, I was tryig to figure out who would have sizes for an emerging woman with a small bust but wide chest. I figured it made more sense to just go in and take a look. So we stopped at Torrid first after the arcade. They didnt really have anything smaller than a C cup. So we proceeded to the next store, Torrid’s intimate store, Curv.
This is a memory that I will cherish. The girls running the store were an absolute blessing. My wife happened to find a 46B bra on the clearance rack and I was beginning to hesitate. I explained that this part of shopping was new for me and I was sure that I had enough to fill out a cupped bra just yet. But, they were so helpful getting me set up in the dressing room. I had just finished putting on the bra when they had come and checked to see how it was working out.
I was on the verge of panic. The bra wasnt quite right but they sprang into action and found a more form fitting style that is almost perfect. Somehow, I at least go the band size right. I still don’t think i have enough to properly fill a B cup yet but at least I will be able to grow into it. So to you wonderful ladies working Torrid Curv yesterday, thank you for helping me make a good memory.