The beta-male in me still gasps in the mirror at the size of the moobs. Let's hope it doesn't send the false signal that I'm going all Caitlin. I remain a devout vagnostic, leaving lady-like entirely to my girl. Good thing genital absolutism is woody solid which is one grade above rock solid. Add in years of being reminded what a real man am I I am and a heightened outlook goes straight to the sweet spot.

What about the time I blew minds coming to work in a dress with lipstick and painted toenails on halloween. That guy who came to get a look at my desk was right when he said, "you're either the most secure guy in the building or you are nuts".

Then there was the time I was scheduled to have a session with a contract psychologist because I blithely checked true on an MMPI question about sometimes wanting to be a woman. Wait, it was 1 of over 500 questions that had to be answered in like an hour.

Now reckoning back to the cadaverous look of 3 years ago when "fattening up" was invoked, a wink and a nod goes out to the barrel chest as a sign of recovery.

Scaled back 25 gets praise for evening the keel on this fall-like day.