Day 90 and counting....

So Harvee has arrived at Day 90. And his transformation has not been the most prolifigate, as he told me he is short of funds to continue with the creams and supplements to continue to transformation to a more feminine nature, but there are some things left he can still use, he told me.

For all appearances, Harvee has not sprouted breasts or his shape has not developed to the point of his satisfaction…and he assured me that the literature and experiences of others attest to the fact that it takes about 90 days for things to start kicking in, like the hormones and progesterone and estrogen which he takes daily. He told me that from this point on, some things will begin to occur, and he points to the fact, that he has been wearing a bra now for over 30 days, because his nipples are very tender and sore, and he requires the bra support to protect his breasts when he bends over or somehow has his chest upon something or other in the daily grind of living.

Continuing to purchase women’s intimate wear and other related purchases has taken a back seat, he told me, because he is short of money, like the rest of us, or so it seemed, he joked. And he hopes that he can begin to start building a momentum again soon when his paycheck comes in….he hasn’t told me yet where he works, but I’m trying to figure out, based on his unusual work habits….one thing we have in common is that we both work late nights, although I have asked him to please let me know where he works, because I may be interested in changing jobs soon, depending on how things go on my end of the spectrum.

And here we have the 90th day of Harvee’s grand experiment, and I don’t wish to be sarcastic or negative, but the old saying…”..the proof is in the pudding” comes to mind, however, Harvee has demonstrated growing feminine traits, as evidenced by his change of wardrobe and the way he conducts himself in public, not afraid to crossdress to satisfy his inner longings to be the most beautiful “Transwoman” on the planet.

And as the band continues to play on in Harvee’s mind, he marches to the tune of a very different drummer, and may God have mercy on his soul….

To be continued, as Harvee becomes more available and willing to share his innermost feelings with me…but he is a little cautious, not wanting me to divulge his secrets, but I digress….it is time for some reflection and the willingness to embrace my friend for the person God created him to be, and if this goes against the ordained Will of God….he may end up broke, or having a woman confess her love for him, and he puts this childish wish away…..one can only hope…after all, what are friends for….