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21 January 2024 - I find so much affirmation in a bra

I put on my training bra and a femme vest when I went to bed last night. They’re both made of such lovely soft fabric that they feel nice to wear, although I’m conscious of the gentle tightness of the band around my chest.  

Waking up wearing them is a lovely feeling.  The awareness of the bra has faded away and I almost feel like I have little breasts. It is a wonderful affirming feeling. Seeing myself in the mirror, and I look feminine too. I could almost believe that I had transitioned and this was my female body. Love it. 

There’s something strangely feminine and pretty about having the two thin straps over each shoulder, I don’t know why, and the bra hidden under a vest is a nicer look than on its own.  I guess I’m a demure girly girl. 

I am taking a bit of a risk keeping this on under my dressing gown when I come down to breakfast.  You can’t see the shape from the front due to the double layers but if I pull tight across the back the shape of the bra might be visible and if my wife hugs me she will feel it.  I have got away with it before and I’m sure it will be fine.  

Other than it feels nice, is there any point to this? 

I’m trying to get some of the feeling of being a girl, which is comforting to me.  Wearing the underwear is sort of practising for when I will need to do so for real and I find some comfort in that too because I haven’t made any real progress so anything that feels like a step on the journey feels good. The most

Important thing though is how I feel about it emotionally.  Feeling like and seeing myself as a girl makes me feel happy and it just feels right somehow.  It’s something like a combination of comfort and relief and a sort of “ahhh, I feel like me now”.  

I know there is no certainty in any of this and you can never know definitively whether you are transgender or whether to transition but that instinctive gut feeling of rightness is perhaps the best answer I am going to get. 

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