So Thursday I did a big thing. I told my bosses' boss I'm transitioning.

It went pretty well, actually. I went back and forth on it all morning that day, deciding to change into guy clothes and went to the office to do some things I can't do at home. By the time the big boss arrived I had finished most of my work so I asked if I could talk to her for a few minutes before I was ready to leave.

My heart was racing as I almost chickened out, considering that I could stay undercover a while longer, but given that I hadn't made any forward progress in a while I decided I needed to take a step forward. So I gathered all my courage and told her my story.

I explained how I was thinking about it for a long time and that fear had largely kept me from proceeding years ago, that and the thought, the certainty that this was Texas and they don't do that sort of thing around here... At least, it was my assumption. But I won't lie, even though I don't know if anyone would have cared, fear of my coworkers reactions or them treating me different had long kept it in the 'I'm okay with expressing myself through fursuiting' approach.

And it did, for many years. I got my girl on through my writing and my fursuit characters, and for a long time it was enough. But then I saw so many of my friends take the journey and each time I would wonder what was wrong with me, why I didn't do the same thing, until finally I decided I couldn't wait any longer.

So now my boss knows, and my bosses boss knows, and they're going to tell the big boss on my behalf. Beyond that, I don't know, but for now I'm just glad that I finally crossed that step.