Pride And Proud

Soccer is our life. If I had a thorn between my legs, men would finally take me seriously as a player.

There are 100% man. There are 100% femme. And in between there are infinite gradations and mixtures. Why can't some people see that there are feminine men and masculine women? This does not take anything away from anyone, but helps many to live as they were created.

Bare butt, classy curves, shiny chrome and a fast car. I have never understood the concept of masculinity.

I am a girl. Even if my reflection in the mirror looks completely different.

I wake up every morning. I see my boobs and am happy. Then I look into my pants and everything is still the same as before. The only male attribute is still there.

I know how to promote the growth of plants. I got help to grow my tits. Weeds are pulled out and the worm in my pants will be poisoned.

My boobs are growing. That's a promise. Soon I will be a real girl.

As a boy, I am not allowed to wear such a set of delicate lace. "You're not a girl!" they say. But they only pay attention to what is visible on the outside, and not to how I really am. My soul is feminine, even though my body has male attributes.

If you have the flu, medicine, plenty of rest in bed and hot tea help. Then you'll get well soon. But no herb has yet grown against the disease of masculinity.

The skin gently like a peach. The boobs as big as peaches. The sissy sweet as a peach

Maybe these colour-coded flags show the way to the One Piece, the legendary treasure of the pirate king Gol D. Roger,

They play with me. I'm their pet. They grope for my boobs, they kiss my lips. They pull my long hair and hit my butt. But they'll never touch the thing between my legs. As long as it is there, I will always remain their pet and never become their loving girly friend.

Jeanne d’Arc wore men's clothing and armour and fought like a man against the English occupiers of France. I too will fight, not like a man, but to become the man I know is hidden in the female shell.

The cup of coffee keeps me awake and the feminine lingerie reminds me that I am femme now.

Sliping into the delicate lingerie in the morning is just as important as a cup of coffee.

I will learn it. Till now I hook the clasp of the bra in front to turn it afterwards. Later I will do it blindly behind my back. It's just fantastic that I can now wear a bra. When the band rests around my chest, the straps rest on my shoulders and the cups hold up my freshly grown boobs, it's the best feeling in the world. Maybe one day I'll leave out the bra because it constrats and hurts. But now I still enjoy this feeling, which a male never feels, to be completely femme and to feel how the boobs pull down in front of my chest.