I got high heels in a style I like. Essentially narrow laced brogues with 2-inch heels. I love them and never want to take them off, and when I do, my feet hurts from being flat again. What they do with shape and poise and walking, how I feel still gracious and empowered, the feeling of power from the sounds they make on floors… it’s like with the striped stockings, I feel like I want to wear them every day. At least I wore them when I was interviewing students and looking at apartments, because this really is a life which is mine to live.
Breasts hurt. That’s OK. Something happening. More to the point, had a brief moment of seeing subtle changes in my face, somehow, a… slightness… from some angle? Who knows if it really is there? Juli remarked she saw it before, but it’s so early still. But maybe there really will be something like that, more and more? Curious and exciting.
Also, men still smelling good. At least one woman too. Perhaps more than just me becoming more complexly bisexual, I am becoming pheromone responsive?
lost in transition 