WEARING GRANDMA’S CLOTHES
(a vintage era)

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@jolandats
WEARING GRANDMA’S CLOTHES
(a vintage era)
WEARING MY GRANDMA’S CLOTHES
(a vintage era)
Smoking and hormonal therapy don’t match!
WEARING GRANDMA’s CLOTHES
(a vintage era)
WEARING MY GRANDMOTHER'S DRESSES (a vintage era)
WEARING MY GRANDMA’S DRESSES
(a vintage era)
WEARING MY GRANDMA’S CLOTHES
(a vintage era)
feeling comfortable among the girls
WEARING MY GRANDMA’S CLOTHEs
(a vintage era)
I get horny each time my neighbour across the street starts masturbating when he sees me nude at my window before I go to bed. I keep on pretending I never see him. A bit later I fall asleep dreaming of his hard penis penetrating my ass.
A TRANSWOMAN’S REFLECTION
I’m 57, lived my life as a common man until I was 50, became manager of a medium-sized company, even founded a family… Since childhood however, I had to deal with a secret: a girl was hidden in a boy’s body. No question of sharing my innermost feelings with someone. They would declare me insane. Sooner or later it would have been turned out as a real psychological problem no to reveal the real me. Some accused me of betreal the day I came out of the closet as a transwoman. They did not realize about the cross I had to bear all those years.
The hardest part of all was the sudden end of a beautiful family. It took a long time to heal as well for them as for myself. Up until today there’s still a kind of rancour which I cannot blame them for. After all I still feel responsable. For more than a decade they felt comfortable with the idea I was “the man of the house”. I know, it would have been better not to marry and not to have chosen for children. Now the storm slowly passed, my ex wife is one of my best friends and my children are the greatest wealth I’ve ever had. However one thing is clear to me: I wasn’t acting selfish, I didn’t choose to be a transgender, I simply stopped to live a fake life which was slowly killing me. Now, I started my transition, step by step and I’m proud I finally did it!
Jolanda
Foto: me in a composition of Dean Bradshaw
35 DAYS LEFT for my FFS (facial feminisation surgery), still counting, becoming nervous but full of confidence in the great Dr. Bart van de Ven and his team in the 2pass Clinic.
Next steps: (I consider this as a bucket list) - to stop smoking! - Psychologist to get official recognition as a transwoman - renewed hormone therapy - getting my female name and "F" on my passport - intensive bodyhair removal (2pass Clinic) - female voice therapy (2pass Clinic) - hair implants (optional - 2pass Clinic) - saving for breasts (in case hormones are not sufficient) The picture shows a virtual image of the looks I try to obtain in 1 or 2 years. (breast size perhaps a liitle less)
Jolanda
Voila, moest effe van mijn hart...
need someone to keep me warm this comming winter.
1960! and still so fashionable!
Femininity is a state of mind, it’s not a matter of genitals.