I have previously wrote I Don’t Crossdress. It that post I argued for why I don’t crossdress, but I didn’t reveal much of why I do wear the clothes I wear. The clothes that fit my gender. This is a woman. As I woman I choose to dress as a woman. Of course this form of […]Read More Why Do I Dress?
Yes I got my ears pierced today. On Monday I had impulsively thought of getting my ears pierced at a Piercing Pagoda at a mall. I had thought about this before and even tried some clip-ons from Amazon that I did not like at all, so I returned them. But, the mall incidence would have […]Read More Yeah! I Got My Ears Pierced Today.
While I am getting a human hair wig from Santa this Christmas, I do own a synthetic one. It is obvious that it is a wig. For one it doesn’t look like natural hair, although I think the color looks right. Lightish brown. It is also a lot of hair, so that part should give […]Read More I Wore My Wig Out for the First Time.
This was a Stephie first. I went on my first date (another post to come), where we met at a hotel before we went shopping at the local mall. I had to go to the bathroom before we left. My girlfriend before I left, and my date in the hotel lobby agreed that I could […]Read More A Visit to the Women’s Room
As you may know I am a pre-hormone, pre-op transgender woman. This means for all intensive purposes I have a male body. But, I wear woman’s clothing, but have no body (read ass) to fill out my leggings. I have no curves to showoff in my dress, and nothing to fill up my bra. See: […]Read More Why Can’t I be Pretty like Her?
While I don’t care for the metaphor so much, it is probably apt in this case. What case is that you might wonder? I went clothes shopping today to look for a few things. I didn’t find what I was looking for – a belt and a hat. But, after not finding any thing I […]Read More A Battle Won.
This is the second in a series of posts talking about issues I am dealing with as a transgender woman. The first post was It’s a Bathroom Thing. Seeing hair on my body results in a range of feelings, going from mild (darn I missed a hair) to distress (why oh why do I have to […]Read More It’s a Hair Thing