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Please help reduce the time on this lock… I’d sincerely like to get bottom surgery and experience being who I was meant to be but with this existing lock at over 70 years and a life expectancy of circa 30 there is no chance.

I’m not expecting to ever be fully free of the belt but it would however be useful to be allowed free of this lock to get the op. My intention would be to remain in it until the day of the op then after recovery still use a female belt - please help me achieve this and get rid of the toxic masculinity that was thrust upon me.

Please please please help make this wish come true!

Telegram: moxiedoll7

Oh no...

When I was dating my wife, we did promise each other that we would always tell the truth. So as a Christian, I did feel that I had better admit to my mistakes too. When I was dating my wife, she did like that quality in me. I like that my wife was a Christian too. We do share the same beliefs and values.

Once upon a time, I thought my curves were best tucked away—camouflaged under frumpy jumpers or corseted into submission. Now? I let them out for a proper romp, shaking and shimmering in all their glory. Some days, I admire them; other days, I threaten to trade them in for a more streamlined model (as if!). But truth be told, these curves have survived decades of diets and drama, and they’re still here—bolder and wobblier than ever. Why hide what brings so much mischief and marvellousness? Life’s short, and my curves are most definitely out to play...

CURVY & PROUD

My curves I tried to hide in my twenties — too worried to wear a dress.

My curves burst buttons but never my confidence.

My curves sneak out of knickers like naughty kittens.

My curves have been mistaken for soft furnishings (and used as such).

My curves are navigational hazards on busy dancefloors.

My curves bring all the bees to the garden (and a few stares too).

My curves jiggle to their own rebellious rhythm.

My curves, finally, are the bits I’d never swap — wobbles and all.

Lady Bee