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Those of us who are out or transitioning will tell you that living en femme becomes regular . You are not particularly conscious of it or what you're wearing But and it's an ever present but there's always one thing at least that crops up and makes you smile at the realisation or memory .
For me it's when I'm.havimg a drink (as now) and I see the lipstick print on the glass rim.
Is that really me ? Yes girl it is 😎🍷
How about you ?
@kayt When I am out and about, I look down at my enhanced chest and I remind myself, ah, that's why women look down at themselves. A sight to behold!
@kayt even though not transitioning , I agree that every time I take a drink it reminds me that I loving my life when dressed.
@kayt Kay, there are so many little things. there was the time I was walking in the mall when some lady told me 'nice boots'. OR a few weeks back I stopped in the Ulta store to pick up some foundation when the young lady wo colored my hair complimented me on my hair and another young lady told me she liked the color of my hair as walked into Best Buy. All of these things add up abd I just want to go even more!!
Cassie
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Getting gendered correctly. It happens most days. Full time 18 months.
/EA
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Hi Kay for me it's when I undress and see the lines on my body where my bra and under garments have been.
Sarah xx
@34sarah very good point , the lines we worry about as a closet dresser no longer matter and loin , well, fabulous and femme xx
@kayt Like you but on my coffee cup lid seeing my lipstick on the white lid. Another is when my earrings dangle while moving about. The smell of my perfume is another great one for me.
@cdashley the perfume , yes you are 100% on that. I was always an aftershave sort and I just switched one day . No more aftershave and onto perfume . No one seemed bothered and I love the new smells . I have actually been complimented whilst in drab lol
@kayt Happy new year everyone. For me it is also the lipstick print on my tea cup, looking down to see my painted toenails and a shake of the head to feel my earrings jangle around.
@kayt one of the biggest ones for me is the feel of a dress or jeans as it slides on my panties. Soooo nice. For me it screams femme
Actually, I have just had one of those moments, I turned the computer on for my daily visit here. I sat down rather heavily on my chair (not on purpose) and my boobs bounced.
About three months ago my wife agreed to let me paint my toes. That lasted for about a month until we were traveling to see the grandkids and she asked me to remove my burgundy colored polish. I loved looking down at my pretty red toes and the wonderful girly feeling that it invoked. I hope that she will be ok with me keeping polished toes on a regular basis but we are not at the best place right now on the crossdressing so I'm trying to be patient.
@michellemybell be patient . I was straight up and told my wife I liked painted nails . Since then I have permanently coloured toe nails . Of you need to persuade her point out that 90% of the time they're hidden x
@michellemybell I just showed up one day with light pink nail polish on my toenails. Nothing was said and I had it on for quite a while. Then one day I decided I'd see how I liked red polish. I now alternate between pink and red every few weeks. The only time someone would see me without shoes and/or socks on is when we go to the beach. (We live on the coast of SC.) However, I am diabetic and have no feeling in my feet. Thus, I wear water shoes at the beach to prevent getting cuts from seashells that have washed ashore. I honestly cannot recall the last time anyone (other than my wife) has seen my bare feet with 1 exception. A few weeks ago while sporting pink toenails I had to have my feet X-Rayed at the VA. No problems. The X-Ray tech may or may not have noticed. If they had red polish on them, she would definitely have noticed.
I have been living full time since May 2022 but every so often, when I am out and about, I'll look down and notice my skirt or dress and am somewhat surprised and have to remind myself that "Oh yeah, that's me, I'm dressed as a woman".
I only on a rare occasion have been fully femme for more than a few hours. And Kay I can definitely see how quickly you can forget to be aware that you are fully femme. I do agree seeing lipstick on my cup as a reminder makes me so happy. There is however something that puts a bigger smile on my face. When I consciously focus back on the fact I am currently being a woman because someone I am interacting with calls me darling, darl, madam, sweetie or luv. They would never call me any of those things when I am my male self so it means they are just accepting me as a woman. That stirs a happiness in me that words cannot describe.
There is however something that puts a bigger smile on my face. When I consciously focus back on the fact I am currently being a woman because someone I am interacting with calls me darling, darl, madam, sweetie or luv. They would never call me any of those things when I am my male self so it means they are just accepting me as a woman. That stirs a happiness in me that words cannot describe.
When this has happened to me, I found it strange myself because I don't normally hear sales clerks, especially female ones, calling GG customers luv or sweetie. It has the vibes of being patronizing.
@harriette That is quite interesting Harriette. I think it must be a bit of a cultural difference between Canada and Australia as here neither luv or sweetie between girls is thought to be patronising.
@oliviac I am sure that this is more of a cultural difference. In fact, off the top of my head, I would expect this to happen in the UK and Australia. It just isn't in our lexicon here.
For all I know a sales clerk may have been from Australia or the UK.
At this time of year the amount of Christmas cards I receive from those that knew me before and the new ones addressed to Angela has exceed the don't knows by a considerable margin.
Hi girls,
Just this morning, I was out with my spouse for breakfast, and noticed several of the things that have been mentioned. First was my red lipstick on the coffee cup, next enjoying my perfume, followed by enjoying the view when looking down as I'm a busty girl, and finally, the feeling of my hoop earrings dangling from my earlobes.
Hugs,
Lauren
Every time a gentleman holds a door open for me or hands me a shopping buggy in the store I am reminded of my special status as a lady.
