A decent lady. Perhaps a bit tall, definitely hard to overlook. You’d almost say ‘nothing special’ but that would do her no justice. She was neatly dressed, with a skirt just above the knee, heeled boots. She didn’t wear a lot of make up, though it showed that it had been a long day and she needed a touch up. And her hair was a bit messy as well.
I close my eyes and try to imagine what it would be like to be like her, just live my life like any other ordinary, decent lady, without worrying about what people might think of me. Just like that. Live my life as if nothing ever happened.
I sigh, and realise I need to open my eyes again, and continue what I was doing, prepare for bed. I look up after another deep sigh. She’s still there, smiling at me. I can’t help but smiling back at her, and now she’s smiling even more.
It’s a matter of time, and I’m getting pretty convinced that you can outgrow the whole concept of being trans.
That, and I’m especially pleased with that large mirror in my bedroom.
