I wonder why my hair is short as a man but still long as a woman? Also, I have some time during the weekend, and have not been to London proper in some time. Would anyone care to join me on an outing?
After a few. . . snags, I'm ready to begin my transformation again. I certainly hope that this time I will not become so frustrated with what is natural for the body.
I would make a fascinating subject for a paper on gender roles and transgender psychology. It's funny, but both bodies are comfortable in different ways. As a man I am automatically given the respect I have to fight tooth and nail to earn as a woman.
But I feel more persuasive and competent as a woman. Which doesn't make mcuh sense. Perhaps it's just having a familiar set of hormones. After all, my mind would still think of itself as female, especially since I was only male for two weeks.
And what an experience that was. I only hope that I do not come to regret it at precisely the wrong moment. Though I don't suppose there would be much time for it. The shooting of vampires and disposing of ghouls while trying to avoid becoming one would preoccupy me.
I suppose I would fight harder, knowing that I now have everything to lose. I wonder if Alucard would be less interested in me, were he here. After all, I am not the iron-clad maiden that he knew. I'm not sure whether or not that is a relief.