15-12-2019, 01:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 15-12-2019, 01:29 PM by VergeOfDiscovery.)
There are some gems in this thread. Excellent writing. Revisiting it, it hits home even more.
in retrospect I wish I had more guts and was more open. Especially because it was clear poor fellas know absolutely nothing about the transgender issues and there is a lot of space for misunderstanding.
I realised that without this crusader-like attitude towards my cause I just won't make any of my dreams come true. It might seem unbelievable, given my "results", but deep inside I still see myself as just playing some casual private game which I can step outside of any time it gets too intense. And I constantly abuse this escape backdoor to safety
Solitude and the absence of routine and distraction usually leads me to deep thoughts and allows me to explore my true self. I had no doubt I'll be back soon, yearning to get back on the track with feminization. The reality was I did not miss it AT ALL. The idea of turning my life upside down for a whim I don't really care for seemed unjustifiable, just mad.
I've encountered some cheerful acceptance, mostly among the younger people of both genders. They seem to be genuinely pleased by me being so boldly different, which is of course a big boon for me
I'm bigger than my sister. It even came to the inevitable: her asking me for some tips for growth, how's that?
The best is this is the first time my breasts complement my femininity, that they feel like the in-tune part of me. So far I've been mostly a guy with boobs, they were a yardstick of my progress and regimen efficiency. But gosh, do I need them now, with clothes and face still only so-so despite the best effort, the darlings add a ton of validation to my womanly aspirations
in retrospect I wish I had more guts and was more open. Especially because it was clear poor fellas know absolutely nothing about the transgender issues and there is a lot of space for misunderstanding.
I realised that without this crusader-like attitude towards my cause I just won't make any of my dreams come true. It might seem unbelievable, given my "results", but deep inside I still see myself as just playing some casual private game which I can step outside of any time it gets too intense. And I constantly abuse this escape backdoor to safety
Solitude and the absence of routine and distraction usually leads me to deep thoughts and allows me to explore my true self. I had no doubt I'll be back soon, yearning to get back on the track with feminization. The reality was I did not miss it AT ALL. The idea of turning my life upside down for a whim I don't really care for seemed unjustifiable, just mad.
I've encountered some cheerful acceptance, mostly among the younger people of both genders. They seem to be genuinely pleased by me being so boldly different, which is of course a big boon for me
I'm bigger than my sister. It even came to the inevitable: her asking me for some tips for growth, how's that?
The best is this is the first time my breasts complement my femininity, that they feel like the in-tune part of me. So far I've been mostly a guy with boobs, they were a yardstick of my progress and regimen efficiency. But gosh, do I need them now, with clothes and face still only so-so despite the best effort, the darlings add a ton of validation to my womanly aspirations