I definitely went on this ride over the course of a year+: Stage 1. I got called ma’am, wow that makes me feel very interesting! Stage 2. Bleh I definitely am not a dude… Being referred to as a guy is actually yucky! Stage 3. Let’s try they/them on for size. Stage 4. Hmm, that’s better. But I wonder if there’s more to this… Stage 5. https://genderdysphoria.fyi/ Mind. Blown. I am a girl this whole fucking time!! Stage 6. We’re going to ride the She/Her train, let’s fucking goooooooooo!!!!!!! Several trips to the thrift store later, I am the happiest gal this side of Estrogenville. :3