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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There's something about carrying a purse when I'm dressed as a woman that just feels...right. It's like a grounding force, a silent companion by my side. Maybe it's because it holds all my essentials: my lipstick for a quick touch-up, tissues for unexpected moments, and my trusty hairbrush to tame any flyaways. But it's more than that.
ReplyDeleteMy wife and daughter have amazing collections of purses, and lately, I've begun borrowing my daughter's fabulous Kate Spade. It matches my outfit perfectly, and filling it with all my "girly things" – lipstick, mascara, a compact mirror, you name it – feels like a small rebellion, a celebration of the woman I see myself becoming.
There's a practicality to it too. The other day, at a MAC store, I noticed a small ledge on the counter – perfect for setting down your purse and rummaging . It's a tiny detail, but one I never noticed before. It's like stepping into a secret handshake, a subtle understanding between women that makes me feel a part of something bigger Paula G
A very succinct yet poignant comment Paula G. Thanks.
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I myself still regard myself as a man as I have XY chromosomes. However, as I have been on estrogen for over 13 years I now have a bra cup of DD. My paternal grandmother had enormous breasts and my father had gynecomastia.
ReplyDeleteAnd people do comment on my shapely legs. One time I wore a dress about 10 centimeters above my knees to church. Some woman wearing trousers called out, "Nice legs, John".
I wear dresses almost all the time, even to church, where I sing second bass in my church choir. My natural hair longer than shoulder length.
Purses are great as I don't have to load my pockets up (and in most of my dresses, there are no pockets!}. When I carried things in my pocket I accidently washed my cell phone. Now washed cell phones don't work so well. The only cosmetic item I carry in my purse is lipstick. I also carry a comb. I won't forget the time my wife rummaging through my purse for lipstick while we were sitting on a church pew.
About my voice - nobody seems to react to my masculine bass voice in spite of having the appearance of a woman.
John
The Sound of Music is one of my favorite movies and I really wanted to make an enfemme version of the song My Favorite Things, but alas the heat in NJ is melting my brain! So here are a few of my favorite things in no particular order: pantyhose, stilettos, the sway of my hips, a good tuck, satin underwear, the constriction of a bra and weight of fake breasts, the sound of my heels clicking on the floor, sleeping in lingerie, dreaming about what femme outfit I would wear in every occasion in my life.
ReplyDeleteOn top of the list of my favorite things are white nylon full slips. They were my "gateway drug" so femme clothing. My mother hanged her slips to dry from a drying rack over the bathtub or on a clothesline in a hallway to the bedroom wing of our apartment. I was always drawn to those beautiful advertisements in the weekly magazines or women's magazines showing women's undergarments and lingerie. Of course, Elizabeth Taylor reclining in a white full slip in "Cat On A Hot Tin Roof" only spurred on my interests. Now I have an extensive collection of vintage full slips in a rainbow of colors. Oh, "Those were the days!"
ReplyDeleteThe first thing that I ever fantasized about wearing was a slip. Eventually, I sneaked into mom's stuff and tried on one. Later, I tried on pantyhose. They made the whole world feel like a slip! They very quickly became my favorite female garment.
DeleteBack in the 1980's, slips did not have spandex in their fabric. They interacted with pantyhose like nothing else I have ever felt. I think that modern slips are not the same against pantyhose.
Over time, I started going out in public dressed pretty. Once I realized, that I didn't have to present female to wear what I love, that's when my crossdressing really started happening. I do not feel female inside. I just felt like I had to present female to get to wear the clothes that I loved. Once I realized that I could wear a skirt as a man, I was able to do it in a moment and be out and skirted. As time passed, I have grown to love wearing a knee-length, pencil skirt very much.
I own some heels, but I seldom wear them (except for some wedge heels). Flats work fine for me. Perhaps I would feel differently if I wasn't so tall.
Stana's blog might be one of my favorite things as well.
Thank you Stana.
Thank you for keeping it classy and keeping it real.
Joey
Thank you for the kind words, Joey!
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