How Sweet It Is!

The end of 2016 for some reason has brought my Mtf transgender presentation confidence to an all time high. Starting a couple days ago, I stopped at a coffee shoppe inside my VA hospital to pick up a mocha for the trip home. I was actually in line with a couple other peeps before my order was taken.

Two girls were working behind the counter and when one asked the other about the type of milk I wanted, she causally replied "she wants low fat." So quickly and naturally, even I was impressed as I grabbed my coffee and headed home.

Then the very next day, Liz and I were shopping for some sort of a new dress to wear with my "The Ohio State University" scarf she made me for New Years Eve, plus a new headlight bulb for the car. For convenience sake, we went to one of the big box stores I won't mention. We found the headlamp but of course it was locked up on the rack, so I had to find someone to unlock it. Amazingly enough I found someone a couple aisles away.  She in turn summoned another clerk to unlock the item saying "she needs a light bulb"  meaning me of course. By this time I'm thinking life is good as I am navigating this heavily redneck store as a girl, until life was about to get even better!

Of course Liz and I were fighting about what to buy in the sweater dress department until finally she throws up her hands in disgust and says "Go try it on, it is not what you think it is." (I hate it when she is right.)  So I did.

I headed for the fitting rooms which were manned by a more elderly than me lady and I got a little apprehensive in that she would be choosing the man's or woman's fitting room for me. But before I could make another move, she wheeled and unlocked the women's fitting room for me. Wow! As I said though, Liz was right and my idea of a new dress for the evening didn't work, so I went with her's.

So all in all the last couple of days have been astounding.

Happy New Years to you all!!!!

Jessie

End of Year Comments

Thanks again for all of you who make Cyrsti's Condo a regular stopping point!  Lets get to a few comments.

From our "Demarcation" Bra post:

"It's mainly a matter of comfort. Bras are supportive but constricting and once in one's private space at home, comfort rules and off comes the bra. With a sigh of relief. 

That said, if you're going out again later on, a bra will have to be put back on. Going braless will risk men getting fixated on your wobbling mammaries, or another woman's raised eyebrows, unless the wearing of a bra is clearly discretionary, as on a hot beach - or if you actually relish the attention! 

It's also clear that small-breasted women have a lot more latitude to do as they please in this area, compared with women who - naturally or otherwise - are well-endowed. 

Lucy"

For better or for worse, I am still one of the small breasted women! Thanks Lucy :)

And, of course Connie brought her unique perspective to the Condo:

 "Well, my problem is that when my bra comes off, so do my boobs! Of course, as far as my womanhood is concerned, that is neither here nor there.....except that my boobs aren't here unless the bra is there. I don't know about my stars aligning, but I still need a bra to keep my boobs aligned.:-)"

Finally, Michelle: "CHEERS to the New Year to both you and Connie from one that NEEDS to take that dang thing off when I get home...LOL"

Cheers to you too Michelle!!!!!

Demarcation Point?

Is the bra a line between a cross dresser and a transgender woman? Here is Connie's take:  "I've heard it said that the line is separated by the fact that a cross dresser can't wait to get home from work and put a bra on, while the transgender woman can't wait to get home to take hers off. Other than that, cross dressing is "what" one does, while being a transgender woman (or man) is "who" one is. It is the "why" question that forms the thin line. "When" and "where" can also be factors."

I really like the definitions here Connie-thanks! I know it took me years to figure out why I needed to do more than just put the feminine clothes on. I could never figure out why the "thrill" of dressing like a girl had long sense lost it's charm. It became more important to me to be more efficient in the process of being able to do the best I could to present my inner female to the outside world. When the stars began to align, I began to understand I was indeed transgender and not a cross dresser. Which, there is absolutely nothing wrong with. The problems naturally occur when we can not align our inner and exterior genders.

And oh by the way, I can't wait to get my bra off!