Spring is here and I am in a particularly happy place. Naturally its because my GF Sparky are totally in love with each other and have mutually compatible kinks and fetishes. But, I wanted to list my reasons to be cheerful (with apologies to the late great Mr Lovepants, himself, Ian Dury) about being an FTM crossdresser

1) Being in public and having someone refer to me as "Sir" or "Young Man"
2) The warm soft feeling of pair of cottony y-fronts straight from the dryer as I pul them up my legs to my mid section.
3) The image in the mirror of my profile when I see a boyish bulge in my y-fronts, jockstrap, or in my jeans when I have appropriately packed my underwear with my packie.
3) The image in the mirror of my flat masculine chest after having flattened my boobs (yuck!) with an ace bandage and pulled on an undershirt.
5) Feeling the smooth glide of a razor through shaving creme across my cheeks, even if shaving my face is something I don't really have to do.
6) The scent of the after shave like Old Spice I splash on my face after shaving
7) The thrill I get at seeing how handsome I look, as well as how handsome my GF Sparky looks, when we both wear a men's suit, with a white shirt and tie and go out for dinner and a night on the town.
8) The forbidden thrill when I step into a men's restroom just like any other male and nobody looks at me as if I wasn't a guy.
9) The tug of the straps of my jockstrap when I go bike riding and secret thrill in knowing that I am wearing the most masculine of all items of clothing.
10) The sweaty grimy dirty look I have after a day of hiking or bike riding that is so un-girly.

And above all -- that excitement of tweaking the public's nose as I experience these testosterone drenched adventures even though I have a vagina between my legs!

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