Because I only had enough money for an inexpensive apartment in St. Petersburg, Florida, I put pictures and posters on the walls to make it look prettier.
I've had female traits all my life. Now that my body absolutely looks like my soul, I did as much as I could to make things appealing.
I looked at myself in the mirror and felt a wave of gratification. I finally had the body I desired. Seeing my soft skin, my own breasts, and my bare legs, I was filled with delighted satisfaction.
For so many decades, I had not heard of gender dysphoria, so it did not dawn on me that I was female trapped in a male body.
But now, I am a woman.
And glad to be female.
