Mine would be stomping around in my Timberlands all day to skipping along in my Ruby slippers in a field full of flowers (not necessarily poppies).:battingeyelashes:
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Mine would be stomping around in my Timberlands all day to skipping along in my Ruby slippers in a field full of flowers (not necessarily poppies).:battingeyelashes:
"After years of wandering through the world, she found herself in a wonderful place, and decided that she is home."
Work, chores and a cup of tea to keep me going through the day, in anticipation of some glitz, glamour and cocktails with the girls in the evening.
(This is a fantasy experience, right? :eek: Oh dear - I think I've just described a 1980s Martini advert... how impressionable I must have been...)
Katey x
Were you shaken or stirred by that Martini Ad?
"Oh shit, I'm a girl..."
Interesting topic...
I guess for me it would be... Why did it take my entire life to find out who I really am?
I.
The above is my sentence.
I am glad to be me.
Can't improve on perfection, I'll go with PaulaQ's sentence. Bang on!
Slight freak out followed by grasping the fact I just became a woman
Lovin' being casual, dirty, strong, sweaty, hot, working hard fixes/building something OR dressed to the nines, clean, soft, floral-scented getting dolled up in a favorite salon and back again!
Mines would maybe be
"somewhere in the middle"
But I'm still trying to figure myself out right now :) aren't we all?
I am me, imperfect and flawed but to me I am beautiful.
Hugs
Isha
Finally being happy.
Frustrated to flirty, flannel to frills, sharply attired to sexily dressed, from guy to wonderfully lovely lady!!! Tomorrow's another day...
Good morning!
Hugs,
Persephone.
The most interesting trip I have ever been on. :)
Comfortable now mater how I'm dressed.....
Mine would be . . .
If only I had more time and confidence to be who I wanted to be!
Dawn x
"Oh yeah missy, well I get to CHOOSE how big or small my boobs are....so there!"
-caden lane in a yahoo chat room some 15 years ago to a woman who loathed, I mean loathed cross dressers. Admittedly...NOT my best moment. But the room loved it and had had it up to our cleavage with her hateful antics.
Damn, my legs feel good now. :)
From working all day in drab, mostly, to sleeping all night enfemme.
Lord help me...
Vanny