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You can't deny the heart.
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It would be foolish to deny the truth. I love the silk caress of a pair of stockings sliding up my legs. The weight of my breasts being cradled by a delicate bra. Panties snuggly fitting around my waist and hiding the truth from view. These are just a few of the things that make me swoon when I look in the mirror. The truth is I adore feminine beauty and I strive to embody it in every way possible. That’s why I used hormones to give my body girlish curves. That’s why I wear my hair long and take so much pride in it’s care. It’s why I learned the art of makeup to disguise those features that might give away what I wish to keep hidden. It’s why I prefer dresses over pants and heels over flats.
Of course there are other types of women and I adore their beauty as well. But this is the woman I CHOOSE to become. I tried to deny what I am but the allure was too strong. My mother’s perfume smelled too sweet and I had to try it on when I was little. In fact, it was my strong resemblance and her overpowering femininity that drew me to this in the first place. I have her same soft doe eyes and I bat them at men to get what I want. Her blush-pink lips have made me a great kisser. That soft skin that was so wonderful to snuggle is mine to cherish. I inherited beauty and I refuse to waste it.
I love being pretty and I won’t run away from just because I wasn’t born a woman. I choose to be the woman that was always in my heart.