testimony day. he isn't quite sure what to expect, but he knows that it will be something worth going to. he has no idea what he'll be saying, what he can get away without breaking into a place where everything gets awkward, seeing as people who played a big part in his self-discovery will be in the room. then there's the whole bit of not being completely out about himself to everyone when it comes to gender. it takes about 5-10mins to try to explain it though, so he kind of doesn't feel like coming out to people one at a time.
he has no clue about what to do with the job thing. he'll talk to his boss and hopefully come to a conclusion where it works for the best for both of them. although, in the mean time it's nice to have a bit of time off. he almost misses the crazy cleaning sprees on shift though. it's almost a therapeutic cleaning.
he's fairly comfortable in his skin at the moment. he feels like he looks dykey enough without being too, too awkward. plus he's come to be confident enough in himself that he can just fucking own whatever he wants; be it the itty bitty ponytail, the dyke boots, the painted-on mustache, or the general lack of sex appeal. all that matters is that the body dysphoria is currently at about... 0.0001%, at least for the next little bit. social dysphoria's a little bit higher, but he just doesn't give a fuck about what people think enough to ignore it mostly. life gets so much easier that way. then again, he's just a freaking flaming poof who can't keep his queer down.
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