It's Not A Race! pg2

I remember this like it was yesterday. 

I locked myself in the bedroom and wouldn't let my partner see.
You'd think I was trying to defuse a bomb, that's how much pressure I put on myself!

Many Cisgender readers enjoy pointing out that—of course I was doomed to fail—because Surface/Material/Capitalist Femininity ≠ Womanhood.
I've never labored under the notion that I was a woman a day in my life.  What they don't understand is many Trans folk start their transition by going in the "opposite direction" of their previous assigned gender.  We may gravitate toward "surface level" gender markers because they're the most accessible, but it's no indication of where we'll end up in the scheme of things.

I still have the black frock illustrated here.  It's a unique garment, it opens as wide as you like.

The only way to wear it properly is shamelessly, which was an impossible feat for me at that time.

Now? GOLLY GEE do I look hot in it U BETCHA!
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