I never thought I would ever be saying this again, but life has a way of playing tricks on you: I am boymoding today.
I am flying to Portugal to spend a week with my family. Last night, as I was checking in for the flight this morning, I realised I have lost my ID card. With the consulate closed until Monday, I thought I would have to postpone the flight. And then it hit me: I still have my deadname ID card. I could pretend my wife Mia booked the flight for me, mistakenly put her name on it and we only realised it last night.
So this morning I put no makeup on, put the most masc outfit I have and hoped no one would give me trouble for the clearly visible boobs and painted nails. The lady at the check in was amazing though, and didnt raise any issues, my name was changed and security didn’t even look at me twice.
The best part? At the coffee shop later on, I still looked girly enough for the waiter to address me as madam. Still a girl, even when boymoding. ☺️

