Dreams of gender euphoria

So, last night I dreamed I was shopping at West Edmonton Mall, and I found a beautiful shorts and top set.

I tried it on, looked in the dressing room mirror, and it was like the clothes had utterly transformed me.

I was . . . beautiful.

I was so happy, I rushed out, paid for the outfit, and wondered the mall, having to stop myself from going up to complete strangers and asking how I looked.

That was just about the best dream I could have had right now.

I just wish I could feel like that in real life a little more often . . .