After more than a year of smooshing the boys down, here they were,
hoisted up beyond anything reasonable. And I felt…dare I say it…pretty.
In a good way, for once. Not dysphoric, although it did feel strange to
be wearing anything remotely sexy. I didn’t feel like a woman, either.
Just like a guy playing around with gender expression. I wouldn’t want
to do it all the time or even most of the time, but I liked it enough
that said garment is now a part of my underwear drawer, as are some
matching frilly knickers. :)
Vince is transmasculine. There's no discussion of detransitioning in this post but, rather, Vince's commentary on gender identification via clothing. Why can't a man (or a transman) wear a skirt? Rediscovering my feminine side, is from Vince's blog, Becoming Vincent.
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