I have noticed that I have different attitudes towards passing than I used to have. It is not any more that deadly important to me. I remember the high and kicks I got from my first passings as a woman. It is over now. I don´t even know if it´s good or bad. I know that I pass in the most cases, but I don´t take it too seriously if not. If somebody stares at me I only give back my sweetest smile. It help always, either I get back a smile or the person turns his head in another direction. And when smiling we look much more feminine, anyway.

Laura

Of course...the thrill is gone. Just like how I walk around my apartment building. I don't even think twice about being all dolled up an dgoing into the basement for my laundry, or to get my mail.

I am so glad to see you back around here.