It has been done. The first two injections, all by myself. 12/13 and 12/20, respectively. The first time, I think I might have messed up, because the body bled a lot and felt like trying to control a feral beast for the next week. The second time, there was hardly any. Felt like a pinprick, too. The feeling is weirdly just as I imagined it, but... strangely addicting? I don't know. Stabbing this body again, watching, feeling a needle push its way through our own flesh, it's a very mixed bag of emotions for it and me. The anxiety is intense, but once it's past that, I'm totally into it—sort of addicting.
The first measured dose was 2.3MG, the second was 4MG. That could explain why i felt so off during the initial phase, but I think it's just because of the difference and lack of HRT this body has had access to in the past month or so. Plus, a week without doing my usual Spray-On Gender technique felt weird, since I have conditioned myself never to forget.
December is usually a month of promises for a lot of people, and yet again, this body yearns for me to condition it to be in the state it wants. To a better me, a better future, and for all the people to whom this mind has grown attached.