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Using the women’s locker room after my swims doesn’t feel strange and I am not stared at oddly by other women who simply go about their business. To date I have even had short conversations with some of them which also feels very natural. We are after all people and not just gender stereotypes but I am also aware it helps a lot that I pass.

The lifeguards know me now and say hello when I appear poolside and they see nothing out of the ordinary probably because I don’t. After all, women come in all shapes and sizes and many are shorter than me and very rotund. By the time they get to be my age they have put on weight they cannot shed and their barrel shape cannot be disguised by a two piece. I don’t worry about padding and the only thing I have done is insert some in the bra portion of my suit since I don’t wear forms when I swim.

I didn’t need to come to the pool as Joanna but I wanted to as part of my experimentation. Would I ever want to live full time? I am not sure yet but this is part of that process which will help me to determine that.

I am transgender and always will be but this can take on the form I choose it to.

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  1. That shows a lot of confidence, Joanna. I wonder what your suit looks like. I bought one recently that has a little skirt sewn in. But I’ve also wondered about getting dressed and undressed in the locker room. And taking a shower.

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    1. There are booths where most women change and my shower consists of staying in my suit and just rinsing off the chlorine 😊

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