I was trying here to look like my granny, with a good makeup of her style.
Probably she would have criticized -and cursed- a dress so short (with no undies here!), but she loved this lavender hue.
Skin digitally painted in orange, like an Apache, because all these books at my back are novels by Karl May about Winnetou and Old Shatterhand :))
(I know I was a little bit plumpy about my buttocks and thighs then, but some of this fat felt quite right to my eyes, since it was naturally grown, not generated by HRT yet. It seemed as if I was becoming feminine just out of my will… (and lots of phyto-oestrogen 😉 Also, my booty compensated somewhat for my minimal breasts.
Some stripping followed that night, and it was pictured –my own mate took the pics, so it came easy–, but I prefer to stay in the innuendo this time and leave the rest in my archives, and to the imagination of whoever feels like imagining — Just some hints: a meticulous overall depilation, a waist not slim enough for a girl, big-sized nipples and a cheeky perky leaking clit/pee.]
[I add a recently taken selfie to show I’ve not changed much with “progy” and estradiol… I look older (and more tired)… but not really more feminine. I do not feel more feminine than before, either; so, gender and sexuality are a matter of the mind and the spirit.]
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