Reflection (Patreon)

There's just something about the way she's staring at herself... 

Any of you want to be her competition? 😉

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Have you ever gotten lost in your own eyes? It’s a fantastic feeling. To explore new vistas of self. To see the beautiful features that make up your face and realize you’re the most gorgeous person in the room. Some might call that vanity or even narcissism, but fuck ’em. We must not think of ourselves as immaculate, finished creatures, but rather as works-in-progress, as clay constantly being modeled and molded. And I have, let’s be honest here, the kind of features that just beg to be sculpted.

I wasn’t always this lovely. Oh, no. I had to work for every bit of it. I suffered from teenage acne. I had a big nose. My eyes were too close together...

Oh, and I used to be a boy.

Even after all the hormones and painful surgeries, I still wouldn’t label myself transgender. I’m just a lover of beauty. And what’s more beautiful than the female body? Smooth curves, soft breasts, delicate hands, a supple butt... Ah, and the way a woman moves!

I did it all for beauty’s sake, you see. It wasn’t my fault I got so obsessed.

My friends didn’t understand. “If you don’t feel like a girl inside, why would you want to look like one?”

“Because it’s not about the inside,” I told them. “It’s about how I want to be seen.”

The first time I wore a wig, I couldn’t stop staring at my reflection in the mirror. I knew I had a long way to go, but I also knew I’d found my path.

I know what you’re thinking: Could I ever be as beautiful? The short answer is no, and I’m sorry to say that, but I’m just being truthful.

Still, you could always try.