Notice : Releasing this comic on every even-numbered day.
To Be Continued.
Some things never get old.
After doing my hair and makeup, that first reflection of a woman I see in the mirror.
Being referred to as “she” and “her” while I am out among the civilians.
Wearing high heels.
Hearing the click of my high heels.
When a gentleman holds a door open for me.
Touching up your hair and makeup in the ladies’ room.
When a civilian female engages you in conversation.
Smoothing the back of my skirt as I sit down.
Carrying a purse.
Taking my compact out of my purse to touch up my makeup.
Being called "Ma"am."
Even better... being called "Miss."
When a complete stranger stops to say, "I like what you"re wearing!"
Realizing that while I am presenting as a woman, it comes so naturally that I don’t have to think about i
|British soldiers femulating on stage in Forces in Petticoats, circa 1952.