Pleased with myself...but

Today I went shopping at Target (one of the chain stores in Australia). The thing is that I only recently gave myself the go ahead to crossdress. Even if it has mostly been at home (I live on my own). The only time I went into the city with womens clothes was on halloween, and even then some guy on the train did a double take when seeing me - this sort of freaked me out - I'm really worried about being seen in public.

I must be honest, as this is the first time I went into a store to buy woman's clothes, I did feel kind of embarrased. When I wasked the store ladies for help, instead of saying anything to indicate that the clothes were for me, I said 'she wants me to get'.

I got some normal panties, some lovely satin, black panties and a bra.This afternoon I ordered a gaff and some tg panties on the net. I haven't really told anyone of my need or want to crossdress except for my social worker. Yes, I see a mental health social worker, came about because I became depressed. She asked me if I tried to kill myself because I want to be a woman. I was actually surprised by that because I really didn't think about that at the time, so I truthfully told her no.

But then I started thinking about what she said. And I thought, maybe if I shift my thouts around to how I was thinking at the time, maybe that was part of it. Mostly it was other stuff but there probably is something in that statement that is true.

I have a theory that a person would be able to change without any medical work but to get there would mean leaving everything that makes up our current lives behind. But about that later - actually not. (I might turn that idea into a story here).

I was hit by a car when I was 10 and had a brain stem injury. But from there I taught myself to walk, talk almost do everything all over again and I will toot my horn impressively because ... it sort of is; the doctors called me "A WALKING MIRACLE". And so don't go and say straight out - 'Cliff, what is this, you must be insane, that's impossible. Pleeeeeeeeease don't say that, because like Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise says, "I don't believe in the impossible." (and no, I'm not a trekkie, I just liked the movies.) I have a past to prove it.

What did cause the depression was the fact that all of the aches and pains started catching up with me and I felt like I was going backward, I felt that I had no friends but only aquaintances and I thought, I will not go through all of that again. And that took me to the brink becoming a woman is just a thought of creating your own reality. And I don't know if I have the strength and patience to test my theory out.

But going back to the clothes, I think I need some help. My social worker said I look like a size 14. This really threw me, I mean, can't womens cloting have the same numbers. Yes, I know you probably know all about measuresments...haha...but remember I'm new at this. So I now Know a 14 is about 34 in mens. I got a 14 bra, while it fits, it's reaaally tight. So maybe a 16. What's that a 35-36? And then getting a tg bra is something else completely - maybe I'm stupid- probably not but there's always the possibility *chuckle*.

I bought some really cool, sexy lingere (I think that's the wrong spelling, but I really couldn't care) to sleep in but the panties annoy me 'cos they for any size so you have to tie up the sides and I have had 3 shoulder surgeries this year, so you can see tying tthem up is a tremendous hassle.

Anyways, thanks to all you lovely people out there who have taken thier time to listen...er...read my litte ranting conversation.
I just needed to get that out.

xoxoxo Cliff xoxoxo
I'll say this here because it's my blog and noone can stop me expressing myself...heeeeeeeee...
I LOVE YOU ALL. <3

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