I had a dream the other night in which I wore a nice periwinkle shirt over a black bra. After interacting with several people, including my wife, I noticed the fabric of my shirt was translucent and I could see my bra.
In the dream, nobody asked the question above. I was curious as to why. I was a man wearing a woman’s foundation garment, not to mention a shirt with the buttons on the other side, and nobody cared.
The implications of the experience shocked me. I began to wonder if people would care if I came out of the closet.
After careful consideration, I closed the door of closet and went back to my double life. The house of cards I built in my life stands as a monument of self-control. I will not tell another soul.
Love, Francine
Friday, July 19, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Crossing the Line
It would be easier if I lost 150 pounds and the boy didn’t have to be so masculine. There’s a battle raging and one side is winning, but tonight I’m crossing the line. In the time since the illness I mentioned last time, hair has grown back in places it used to be. Tonight, I shaved those places.
I took a shower and dressed in; pink panties, cargo shorts, and maroon tank top. I look like a fat old man, (See above 150 pounds) but I’m going to Wally world. I need another shot of estrogen (where ever it came from).
I’ve noticed a trend in the Trans world lately that bothers me. People seem to be turning their back on God. It saddens me because hateful people use God as a shield for their hatred.
God loves them as much as he loves you. He doesn’t hate you. He doesn’t make mistakes either. Narrow minded people feel threatened by those who would force them to believe certain things. When you attack their beliefs about God you are doing the same thing to them, that you fear from them.
There are bigots on all sides, so please stop blaming God for other peoples actions. He didn’t do it.
Now, tonight, I cross the line. Wish me luck.
Love Francine
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