Its just happening naturally, I guess. We are navigating to neutral clothes and I so love pastels and pinks. We do our eyes enough for us and reshaped our eyebrows. Of course clear gloss on the finger nails and colored toenails which I do wear open toed sandals with. We de-furr often and I'm proud to wear short shorts.

Our phone has a pink case on it which I love the tone of the color. At our job I a many haters, but screw them. I'm there to work for me, not them. I heard one of them say "look, he shakes his hips when he walks!" Lol Omg. They're watching me. Geez...get a life.

I'm feeling freer and more comfortable in the skin that I'm in and trying to stay somewhat socially acceptable to keep employed but still be me. At least at home I can change to clothes that I'm comfortable in because at work we are required to wear a uniform.

Of course, there is no way I'll wear a dress out the front door because I can only handle so much attention, for now. Having this dissociation problem causes me to freeze often which fuels fear. Even though I don't know what I look like, I know it will noticeably clash.

Oh well, you only live once as I'm beginning to figure out. At least I can do the small things that are more orientated with myself.

[Rand.]

Awesome!! Getting to be yourself is a foreign concept for some people they're just missing out!

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Omg! We went shopping yesterday and walked by the womans clothing department and saw a nice pair shorts. I looked them over for the converted size and got away quick. We passed the mens and saw a nice colored shorts, but they were too long. So I went back to the womans and spied a black thigh high skirt and took it all to the fitting room. I discovered my waste size was and the skirt fit perfectly, and so did the shorts. I didn't even try on the male shorts because they are too long.

Male shorts are all ugly, too long, and have these lame side pockets on them. Soon I found myself walking all around the womans looking at sizes and styles. It felt strange looking on a rack along side an 18 year old girl. After looking at jewelry I left.

I was always scared of doing that because to the core, we are terrified about what others think about us... even complete strangers that we'll never see again. We just don't belong to the human race in acceptance. I get it was the abuse that has ruined me, but every little baby step counts!

[Skeezyks]

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