Here are a few of my favorite things.
I love carrying a handbag... the girlier, the better. (Don’t want my bag to be mistaken for a manbag.)
Don't know if I have Gynecomastia or not, but I do know that I have breasts that are large enough to fill a size 40B bra without inserts, pads or any other assistance. And when I slip on my bra, I love finding those two perky mounds on my chest (it never gets old).
Mom loved high heels, always wore them when she went out and she owned a closet full. Like mother, like daughter, I love high heels, usually wear them when I go out and I own a closet full.
Mom had shapely legs. When she worked in an office before she married, her nickname was “Legs.” Again like mother, like daughter, I inherited my mother legs and a transman once dubbed me “Leggy.” I love being my mother’s daughter.
Mom was also a pretty woman. I like to think that I take after her in that regard, too, but I will let others be the judge of that.
I love being a feminine man. When I am en homme, it can be a hindrance, but it works so well for me when I am en femme that I would not have it any other way.
Making up my face is something I always look forward to. I love the process, the tricks, the shortcuts and especially the results. After I do my makeup, slip on my wig and look in the mirror, it is always an aha moment! (Yes, I really am a woman.)
And so it goes.
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