So as some of you might know, I'm an amateur writer of transgender erotica. When I first started writing seriously about six months ago my mind was filled with all the pretty, feminine items I'd be able to buy now that I could afford them - but of course, things didn't go quite as planned. But the bills are paid and savings is saved, and now it's time to indulge my less practical hobbies. :3
On Sunday I finally ordered a pair of breast forms (shout out to Glamour Boutique!), and I have to say I couldn't be happier. They arrived about twelve hours ago and there's been maybe... three, four hours where I wasn't wearing them? Just picking them up sent a chill down my spine. They were heavier than I expected (appropriate for a 44D), and somehow that made them even better - feeling them tug on the straps and sway as I moved was sensational. I was hesitant at first, but I'll definitely be picking up some adhesive so I can get the full experience. Being able to look down and say 'those are my breasts' is a fantastic feeling, and one that I get reminded of every time my arm brushed against my new assets.
It's a strange thing, confidence. The last time I dressed up was for halloween 2012, and gathering the courage for that apparently tapped me out for the better part of the year. Which was understandable, as I had basically just outed myself to everyone I knew, but lately I've been regressing and the doubts are creeping back in. After so much work to become comfortable with my fetish, I was going right back to being ashamed - even more so now for being so open and 'weird' about it.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, don't be ashamed of the things that make you happy. So many people (myself included) indulge their tg kink with captions and stories and often feel miserable afterward - but what good does that do? Embrace your inner beauty and let it shine out - you'll be much happier for it.
That's all for now, just wanted to put these thoughts into words. I'll try to follow my own advice, and I hope it ends up meaning something to you. Until next time~
I complete understand I was finally secure happy smiling wearing make up and skirts for a week or 2 and I just got told by the owner of my living facility that I wasn't allowed to wear them which shocked me and I couldn't even think of the words to argue I just cried my eyes out and just got bathed in depression unable to be myself or happy months for months now I regressed back to not even wearing make-up or anything, thoug I still dressed girly with skinny jeans and tight shirts to show off my small budding tits (thanks to hormones) and I'm still trying to get back into the swing I was told I would be kicked out of my place of I ever wore a skirt/dress again. I am not one to really fight for myself or be able to put the words out ..... So I do very much understand what your saying and I hope you can be happy and show yourself off.
ReplyDelete-love Samantha
I complete understand I was finally secure happy smiling wearing make up and skirts for a week or 2 and I just got told by the owner of my living facility that I wasn't allowed to wear them which shocked me and I couldn't even think of the words to argue I just cried my eyes out and just got bathed in depression unable to be myself or happy months for months now I regressed back to not even wearing make-up or anything, thoug I still dressed girly with skinny jeans and tight shirts to show off my small budding tits (thanks to hormones) and I'm still trying to get back into the swing I was told I would be kicked out of my place of I ever wore a skirt/dress again. I am not one to really fight for myself or be able to put the words out ..... So I do very much understand what your saying and I hope you can be happy and show yourself off.
ReplyDelete-love Samantha