With New Year out of the way, next up was my birthday. I had planned a quiet week, but as usual, it was anything but. After the excitement of the weekend before, I was still on a high. I wore a huge grin for at least four days afterwards. It's something I will never forget.

Monday came round. I had a lunch date with a good friends mum. I've known them for 16 years and although they were close to my exes family, I'm count myself lucky that I'm still friends with them. We'd been trying to make a lunch date since the new year, but I didn't have any time off planned until the last week. We pinned down a date, time and place, so all we had to do was wait. The purpose of this lunch date was one of information - mine to impart.

My friends mum wanted to meet me 2.0/3.0 and to ask me some questions about me 2.0/3.0. I was looking forward to it. It was a chance for me to walk into my local town in daylight and to have coffee in my local town in daylight. All things to tick off of my list. I walked in and ordered my drink and at down to wait. I didn't have to wait long thought. My friends mum arrived soon after me and we started to chat.

Over the course of a couple of hours, we covered a lot of ground. It was nice to chat and explain why I'd made my decision and to answer her questions. We agreed that we must do it again sometime and I fully intend to make sure that happens. It was validation for me that I've made the right decision and it was nice to know that I have support from all sides.

Over the next few days, it was a case of lunch here and a drink there. My birthday (the Thursday)  was a quiet affair overall. A spot of breakfast, a bit of lunch and a quiet drink in the evening.  The Friday, however, as a different kettle of fish. The day I got my ears pierced. The start of the physical changes to be made. I know it's only a small change, but it is a big step for me.

It was a chance to be me 3.0 for the day. he first day of me 3.0. My own hair, very little makeup and non gender specific clothing. I met my friend on the bus and into the local city we went. After spending a bit of money on some 'essentials', we popped in to the hairdressers she had recently gone into, to ask their opinion on my current style. After about 20 minutes, I was booked in for the next day, to start the classic bob. No point in procrastinating and putting it off. I just had to go for it.

Next, it was time for my moment of pain. My friend was getting her nose pierced at the same time. She went first. As this was a proper piercing place, the holes were made with proper needles. Lets just say, she had tears running down her cheeks after her piercing. I was up next. To say I was frightened/nervous was an understatement. So, after drawing a dot on each ear, I was (sort of) ready.

I was told to breathe in and on the breath out, the needle was pushed through my ear. One down, one to go. Breathe in, and on the breath out, the second hole was made. It hurt, I won't lie. However, it was worth it. The pain and the four month wait until I can finally wear whatever earrings I want. The thought of buying more jewellery. Yippee!

We both needed a little drink after that, so a pub was found. By this time, we were shopped out and we bid farewell to the city. I now had to revert to me 1.0 for my pub birthday party that evening. The last as me 1.0. We popped back to my flat whilst I changed back and off we went.

I had to be up early the next morning for my hair appointment. Bit of makeup, some appropriate clothing and off I went. I got the bus into the city and walked down to the salon. This was a new experience for me. Offered a drink, had my hair washed beforehand and a complete transformation. About an hour later, the start of my transformation was complete. The basis for a Classic Bob. I have to go back at the end of March to hopefully finish the bob, but so far, it looks really good. I'm pleased with it!

I felt fabulous walking back trough the city. Bouncy hair (all my own), cut into a style at last. Another thing I have to get used to, though. Instead of £9 for a hair cut, this cost a bit more. It also meant that I had to buy a hair dryer and the appropriate brushes to keep it looking like a bob. Unfortunately, I had a work do that evening, so once I got home, I had to redo my hair in a more me 1.0 style.

It was a good end to the week. hair cut, ears pierced and the start of many changes to come. There is still much to tell from the past few weeks. A girly chat, comedy gold and lots of much needed info.