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I haven’t been on my mountain bike for a couple of weeks until yesterday afternoon. Weather was ideal for a cool, but windy ride in the woods and bliss was setting in! The leaves have all fallen now and the forest has this eerie beauty!
Until… me and my SO heard a creaking… then snapping…. then CRASH!! A tall tree only a few metres from us couldn’t withstand the gusty wind and broke in half tumbling down and bringing another tree with it. Oh, the mayhem! The carnage! The treegedy of it all!
We stood there like frozen deer for a moment then we skedaddled!
But this post isn’t about trees at all… It about my… boobs, sort of…
The bike trail was rather bumpy with roots, rocks and some drops. Never before have my boobs jiggled and bounced so much, kinda like watching a beautiful, busty woman in a bikini run on a beach. Yeah, that good/bad!! I’m also squeezing them on a regularly (and it feels good, truth be told).
I am pleased with how things are progressing for me physically. My health metrics are better than fine for my age, according to my doctor. I’m in decent physical shape, but this gynecomastic* condition of mine plus my naturally curvy body has over the past few years made me want to be more like a woman. It’s a vicious and delicious cycle!
I feel like a phoenix rising and this hybrid lady is forming. Is this why I LOVE crossdressing? I sure do love being a “femmy-dude!” Best of both worlds, really.
If anything, I feel motivated for just about everything in my life and I’m enjoying my new, gorgeous and sultry self! I’ve even gone out quite a few times and am learning to dress for the occasion and weather so I don’t stick out like I’m working.
Weird, huh? No… it’s not. I think… Hmm… Should I click Filodoro or Oroblu?… Such wonderful decisions! I’ll get both, what-the-hell!
Have a great day, CDH!!
* (Perhaps a new adjective?)
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