Your Transgender Girl in the Neighborhood-JJ'S HOUSE!
There's actually only one instance, in the USA, which comes to mind, where going out looking like a slob would be appropriate.Walmartsee: People Of Walmarthttp://www.peopleofwalmart.com/
I have seen that, and prefer not to comment LOL!
Is it that you didn't recognize the woman in the mirror, or was it that you saw no traces of a man's image? I can tell you that I woke up this morning, caught a glimpse of my naked self in the bathroom mirror, and quickly turned away. In fact, that happens most every morning. It is the one time of each day bringing the reminder that I retain the unwanted parts of my male anatomy. Yet, I somehow still see myself as a woman with nothing more than an ugly growth. Even my bald head and the lack of breasts do not change my thinking - not beyond the split-second shock that comes from that initial glimpse, anyway.Would GRS, HRT, FFS, BES (breast enhancement), and a hair transplant change my thinking? I would certainly feel better about myself, but, no, none of these things would change who I am. Most women who look at themselves in the mirror first thing in the morning see that there is some work to be done before revealing themselves to the world, and I look at myself the same way. I do have more physical challenges, but I have learned to cover up most of them, and it is my heart and soul - much more so than my eyes - that guide me. Because of the health risks involved with all of those aforementioned acronyms, and the fact that I'd end up with the back of my head being bald by transplanting it to the top of my head, my physical appearance is not on the same continuum as is my real gender identity. I could easily pass, physically, as a man to the rest of the world, but not to myself anymore. Despite what I see in the mirror every morning, I see it as nothing more than a hiccup to the start of my day. I can't say that I feel totally "at home" on any spectrum, but I do feel free from the "house of mirrors" that haunted me for most of my life. It's not the reflection in the mirror that counts, but the projection one makes.
I do not subject myself to looking at my totally nude figure :). Indeed, the mirror is not the final arbiter!