By the time she reached three weeks on testosterone, Tanya’s voice had begun cracking. At first, she was excited because it meant her voice would deepen soon. “I’m going to start wearing my binder in public, and I’ll wear the packer too once I sound enough like a man. I might even be able to pass within the next two months!” Flynn was happy for her, and generally amused when their conversations over Skype were occasionally interrupted by the odd squeak.
However, as the days went on, it became more of an annoyance to Tanya than anything else. I get teased about it at work, she wrote him in a venting e-mail. I told them it’s part of the transition thing, but even then they snicker behind my back. One of my coworkers even asked if I swallowed a rubber duck! Ooo, I wanted to smack him! Can’t
