A few days ago I had a little home alone time, just enough to do a couple of quick try-ons. I?d bought a brown and cream pull on blouse with elbow length sleeves which I paired with a faux leather burgundy pencil skirt and tan high heels. Hip pads and forms just to give things their proper shaping.
Before I?d walked a few steps towards the spare bedroom to look in the full-length mirror I was suddenly aware of having a feeling of this being ?me?. It was as if I was in my right place. Comfortable in who I am. I knew that if circumstances permitted, I could spend my life presenting this way.
This doesn?t make me trans, I know I?ll never go full time. Other life demands mean I share my time between drab and femme me. It was just in that moment I felt just how comfortable I?ve become in presenting enfemme and how natural it was for me to be dressed. I?ve had moments like this before, they come from no-where and once you?ve realised they?re happening fade away.
I suppose some might call it being in the zone or a zen moment. Whatever you want to call it I love it when it happens.