Yeaaah, if I've actually made an effort to get my chest looking flatish and...act manly I guess? (Haha, I seriously have no clue how to act any way other than how I do. So I just go with that.) Anyway, if I make the effort and someone calls me "Miss" I just...I totally feel like "OMG why did I even bother? ;_; My chest itches." And the kicker is, I get called "sir" all the time at work, even though the name on my nametag is blatantly female and I wear one of those generic grocery store shirts that doesn't hide or flatter one's body at all. o_0 I mean I'm flattered as heck, don't get me wrong, but srsly. WTF?
Other than that, though, I'm pretty laid-back about the whole thing, so no worries. ^_^

I'm still trying to figure out if I'm really just androgynous, trans and in denial, trans and in denial but also a crossdresser, or whatever. *laugh* I'm a second-guesser all the way.

I lucked out in finding a guy who not only accepts and supports me, but also kind of thinks it's hot. ^_^ Though there are times when I have to remind myself that yes, I can legally marry him in Texas, I'm biologically female and therefore the courts will recognize it. (Though make no mistake, I'm-a wear a suit. I will be awesome in it. ;D)
The family...eh, I'll tell 'em once I know for sure myself.

Poor Stephen. I just want to hug him and tell him he's got balls for being a go-getter like that. (At least he's got Jon!)