I spent all afternoon and evening with my mother today. I modeled all my outfits for her, and we sat and chatted, just like most women do. We talked about men too! And she knows how much I want to be with a man. She knows how much I want to please and pleasure a man. We had dinner together. She watched my take off my breast forms and clean them up. She took my measurements so we could go shopping next weekend so I can get a cocktail dress. And she wants me to go dressed as Michelle, in public. She totally sees me as a woman. And we took a picture together, and she knows I am letting you all know about this, and the picture I have attached. Every day just seems to get better and better. I just fear that one day that rug is going to coming flying out from under me. But you know what, I'm a strong woman, and I will deal with it. But in the mean time, to quote a good friend of mine, 'Thank Goodness I'm Femme'! Love you all, Michelle 
Oh, and she loves my legs. She wishes hers looked as good as mine. And she wishes her hair looked like my wig. Love, Michelle
Oh, and she loves my legs. She wishes hers looked as good as mine. And she wishes her hair looked like my wig. Love, Michelle