Today was one of those days where I could take my time, apply makeup with care, comb out my wig just right, don a sexy bra and panties under a cute little summery dress and add silvery flats, 5 bracelets, a nice little heart pendant. When I look in the mirror, I see a not unattractive middle aged woman, and I love being that person.
Over the years, I've purged several times, swore off Emily, worried endlessly, spent time with a shrink. But Emily is such a wonderful part of me, I cannot imagine not BEING her. While I will never transition, I wish every day that I had been born a woman. Emily is the more confident, assured, at peace part of me. I love being her.
That's it. Just had to share feelings (that's what women do) in the one place I could expect some empathy.
Emily