What delights me at age 55 is that I am a woman all the time.
I'm not an imitation, as I was for 25 years as a crossdresser.
I am not a male, which I was for forty-nine terrible years.
I am a vibrant, joyous female adult.
You know, most days I take it for granted, and that’s a shame. It's a miracle!
There was a time when I would daydream about how nice it would be to be pretty.
How nice it would be to look like a woman in any clothes, even a button-down shirt.
How wonderful it would be to have curves, to have smooth skin, to have breasts that were real.
Being a woman is amazing. It’s an incredible, magical journey across the gender frontier.
