Are You Woman Enough?

At a certain point during the history of this blog (May/June 2010) and nearly 800 published posts, I wrote a story about my wife asking me "was I man enough to be a woman?"
To make a long blog post short, she was referring to the fact I was making both of us miserable due to the ripping and tearing of my genders.
Years later, I finally figured out the whole question was wrong.
Very simply, I was probably man enough to be a woman. Turns out years later I discovered I was woman enough to be a woman. Not a female in the transsexual sense but a woman in the transgendered sense.
I am a purist in the sense that no one can call them self a female until they can birth a child. (Please don't get into semantics with me concerning females who can't bear children.) I think you know where I'm going with this and hey it's only my belief!
You faithful (thank you!) followers here have been subjected to my endless rants about females who have little or no knowledge of being women.
So there you go-the old genitalia vs gender issue.
Indeed I did need to become enough of a woman to be one.
I am not foolish or smug enough to even suggest to you my journey is complete-it never will be.
The satisfying part of my life is I now know what I have to achieve to be woman enough. The challenging part is the farther I've come-the farther I need to go!
I'm proud to say I'm becoming enough of a woman to be one.

Transgender Engineering?

Check this website.  You may have seen "Ana Mancini" before and if you want to see much more of her go to her "Transgender Beauty.com"
To save you some of the effort, I've added a "before", an "after" and a "too far after" picture.

"before"

"after"

"WAY after broken Photo Shop Program!"

I Feel "Swell"!

I never have be a fan of "taping" myself in the chest area to obtain a better illusion of cleavage. Way too much pain and suffering for a solution which seems to always come loose in the middle of an evening out. Whatever sensual pleasure I gained from the "illusion" of having breasts was gone. I even went as far as going "bra less" with a certain loose fitting top I had. No one could really tell what was going on with the "girls" anyhow. Of course the "girls" were the soft  "boys".
Now of course the "girls" are starting to exert themselves and life is starting to change with each dosage of estrogen.
The other day I was searching through my underwear drawer and found one of my older under wire support bras. I immediately considered the potential benefit to my new girls and tried it on with my breast forms.
The new me positively loved the look!
All of the sudden it was me with the gentle swell of the girls peeking above the lacy bra. It was their turn to join the women of the world!
Heading for the closet, I immediately thought of the perfect low cut top and jeans.
I touched up my makeup, brushed my hair and headed out to meet the world.
Turns out the major distraction of the evening was trying to come up with ways to look down at the gentle swell of the girls peeking out from the top-and believing it was finally me!