New Dress for Christmas
My sister Holly got me this dress for Christmas. She was nice enough to give it to me in private (well Jenna and my other sister Kim were there, but no folks). I think it makes me look about 90 pounds soaking wet. I'm petite for a guy, but not compared to most girls. It's scary to me that I'm no longer worried about being read just walking down the street or going someplace in public. It's only when I'm very physically close or having an intimate conversation that I worry I'll be found out. I've even gotten used to the uncomfortable heels, bras, and other implements of torture. It's really just the humiliation of having to spend so much of my time carrying myself as a woman that still bothers me.