This time she said that she said that as I have planning for transition she thought that it was time to tell her, and I agreed.
I guessed that she had told her when I got a very supportive text message from her. I was going to call her at the weekend, giving her some time to think - but she was working the whole weekend and her home phone went through to the answer phone each time I tried. The following weekend I gave her a call and we had a great chat. Some of it about Stacy, but most of it was just a catchup as I hadn't spoken to her since February when I was last in the UK. We also arranged that we would stay there for our stop over rather than with my dad's sister as we normally do.
So... We got there after a long day's drive and got settled in. Mrs Stace was not feeling well (I think I have what she had at the moment - slight dizziness and stomach cramp) and so she went to bed early, whilst I stayed up chatting about various things with my aunt.
The following day after a fish and chips supper (has to be done at least once when I am in the UK) and I asked my aunt if she wanted to meet me as Stacy - or would she rather wait until the new year. She said she would like to see me now if I didn't mind, and if I didn't mind getting changed again before her partner was back. Apparently he doesn't have too much of an issue - but has said that he would rather wait until I am living as Stacy before he meets me, because at the time he will see me as Stacy (which he doesn't yet). My therapist has told me that some people work better this way, so I said OK.
I came down after getting changed and got some nice comments from her and we got chatting. She tried on some of my shoes, as my mum had told her I have some nice ones and as she is a shoe person she wanted to try and steal some. Thankfully found she has slightly smaller feet than me so she can't :)
Anyway we got chatting again about various things, both T and non T related, and then she brought up the Livvy James story. She said that she thought it was too soon for a child to know and asked me when I knew. I told her I was four or five, and that it figures in my earliest memories. I think that this shocked her - she asked why I didn't say anything. I answered that I was scared, and given the school I went to (and the attitudes there from students and teachers alike) that I didn't think that there was anything that I could do about it.
This got her quite upset, worrying about what type of life I have had and asking what quality of life I have had. And at that point she started to cry. She came across the room to give me a big hug - though I don't know who was comforting who.
We got chatting again afterwards, but it was more chit chat than anything specific. But I think that I can say that it was an overwhelmingly positive evening.
Oh, and she has changed her mind about Livvy :)