Some time ago, my wife asked me how I knew what it felt like to be a woman, when clearly I had never been one. Good question! I know that I feel and behave completely differently. I am more gentle and emotionally more sensitive than ever before. I cry more easily. I can't lift the objects I use to lift, and I can't push a car to save my life.
When I am outside dressed as a woman, as the real me, I feel at ease. I feel at one with life, no longer uncomfortable with myself. I smile willingly at anyone, and everyone.
I enjoy the freedom of dressing in almost anything I fancy, and I adore peering into my closet deciding which one of 30 pairs of shoes I will wear. I love rummaging through my jewellery, trying things on endlessly until I find that perfect combo that suits my outfit.
Eventually I'll get a job as a woman. Probably a considerable step down from my present career. Most likely a PA or in admin. I'll look forward to getting up in the morning, putting my face on, straightening my clothes, and checking the mirror as I leave my house for an ordinary day at work.
At weekends, I'll wear strappy tees, leggings and ankle boots and feel wonderful.
Georgia xx