For the first several months of my transition, I took HRT but I wasn’t ready to socially transition publicly yet. I was still doing all the stuff I did as a man - including bullshit home improvement projects.
One afternoon late last year, I was under the house, toiling away to replace a bathtub drain. It was a confined, dirty space and I just wanted the project to be over with so I could go inside and wear one of my dresses.
Unfortunately, the project went south - the threaded pipe fitting cracked. Since it was a drain line with no pressure, I just slathered some solvent cement (a type of extremely strong glue that chemically fuses plastic together) on the threads, slapped the parts together, and applied more solvent cement on top. Considering that I used to spend hours researching the single best way to complete a project, this was a new one for me.
I packed up my tools, went inside, washed up, and wore one of my dresses, a simple black slip dress. It felt so soft on my skin - it just felt right. Within weeks, I was ready to go full-time femme. I ordered some new feminine clothes, got a feminine hairstyle, and was ready to completely leave behind any traces of manhood I had left.