The Birth Of Josie(Conclusion)

So I'm somewhat successful with my attempts/experiments,every week or so I do have to make new ones though. But I have a fantasy land to escape to,..to pass the sleepless nights,at times reality strikes. I break down. Age 32,my mom passes on,but I now possess this knowledge and I continue to use it as an escape from my reality,as I mourn my loss,.i do so for years to come.

I actually take time to look at myself in the mirror,I look ridiculous. A man with womens boobs,which I have over time,perfected,..to my satisfaction. I found something much,much more durable,but seriously! A man with womens boobs! One of us has gotta go,and it's not going to be the boobs. I also over time become disgusted by masculinity,and mesmerized,and fascinated with all things feminine.

I unsuccessfully try to apply makeup,it's not the worst but I'd love to have a close friend who could do much better. Without even realizing it,I've begun to explore my feminine side. I shave as much body hair as I can,my skin feels so silky smooth,and I love it. I put on knee high stockings,a short skirt,and not high heels,as I know I'd kill myself in them,so I improvise,and wear raised heels,also known as platform heels. I look in the mirror,..Josephine is born. I'm living the best of both worlds. Only one problem. She is me. I her. We,..one.

W.J.G.🕊