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19 Oct 2025 - shaving

Now that shorts season is behind us, and my legs will be hidden by trousers for the next six months, I am free to shave my legs. 

I had a brief window of opportunity when my wife was out to get the clippers out and remove the long hair from my legs, chest and tummy. Unfortunately I can’t reach my back to do that, but can do my shoulders at least. And when I say clippers, I mean the dog grooming clippers, which I have found to be the best thing for clearing leg and body hair growth. Lucky I never balded the dog, because they’re pretty effective. 

Seeing myself hairless is lovely. My legs go from male to female instantly and I love it. Hair definitely triggers some dysphoria. It will be easier to wear tights when I next get the chance to go out dressed female. Plus, tights will feel nicer to wear too. 

Looking at myself in the mirror wearing a crop top and matching knickers with no body hair and shaven legs, I felt so much more feminine. If it weren’t for the unsightly shape in the knickers, and having  a little bit of fat on my tummy, I would feel happy with my body. Actually, even though I have no breasts, I like how I look, except for the front of my underwear. Turning around, I like my bum in knickers, although now my hairy back is horrible. 

If I had hormones, so my bottom and thighs had a more feminine appearance, and I could develop breasts, and hair removal all over my body and back, and less arm hair through the hormones, and laser hair removal on my face and long hair and fuller cheeks and genital surgery…so quite a lot of things, then I think I would feel good about myself. 

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