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9th February - for just a moment, I was a woman

Sorry for the oddly worded title, it is difficult to know how to convey this in a few words in a heading. 
I had this brief moment today when I forgot myself and my physical reality and truly felt I was a woman. That doesn’t really convey the feeling either. I don’t know how to put it. Maybe I could describe it as  that I imagined for a brief moment that I was on the other side of transition and was physically female. Imagined is still the wrong word. I believed that I was physically female. That’s closer to what I felt. It felt real and more importantly, it felt right. I felt right. 
I have mentioned far too often, to the point that I’m worried that it sounds like I have a fixation about it, which I don’t, honestly, that since the start of the year I have been wearing knickers every day and always sitting to pee. They’re the two little feminine changes that I have been able to make and maintain. 
The office I work in has no urinals just actual toilets, although some are designated as men’s and some as the women’s.  Because the men’s is one separate facility, it has been easy for me to do the sitting down thing in private without anyone knowing. But it does sort of feel to me that I am pretending in some sense. 
I was working late alone this evening and as there was no one else in the building I chose to try the women’s. I suppose it was the different surroundings but just for a second or two, I completely forgot that I have a male body and believed that I was physically female. 
I know that trans women using female toilets is a controversial issue so I’m a little hesitant to share this but I would reiterate that there was no one else in the building. 

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