What's in an Outfit?

I have now accumulated enough female clothing that I can choose to dress as a guy or a girl.

It’s funny how much clothing does for our image. Right now, I’m dressed in entirely male clothing: cargo shorts, white t-shirt, plaid overshirt (unbuttoned), and boxers. It’s completely different from wearing female clothes. I’m practically swimming in these things, and it’s all very loose. Even with my long hair, I look unmistakably masculine in this. If I were out in public, I don’t doubt that I would be called “sir.”

When I’m wearing different clothes, however, I (thrillingly!) get called ma’am, at least until they get a good look at me and notice the distinct lack of chest. Yesterday, I wore boyshorts, a spaghetti-strap tanktop, a buttoned overshirt, and jean shorts, all from the juniors’ section, and the way I wore them was completely different. I sat up straighter, for one, and I walked more delicately. It was entirely subconscious, but it was noticeable.

I can’t get over how right it feels to wear female clothes. They look so much nicer, and overwhelmingly felt right. By contrast, I don’t like this outfit today so much anymore. Ironically, the way it affects my body image seems inverse: When I was in female clothes, I almost wanted to take them off, because it made me feel right and happy about my body. Now that I’m in male clothes, I don’t want to take them off, because I know what’s underneath.

Oh, one little tidbit. The other day, I walked past a mirror, and did a double take. For a long moment, I looked entirely feminine, and just stared.

Good times.