There’s something so strange and wonderful about posting a video like this — just a soft little moment, showing the way I do my makeup now. I blend, I flutter my lashes, I tilt my head just a little… and sometimes I stop and think:
What if someone from my past saw this?
What if someone who knew Steve Butler — the buttoned-up, safe, quiet version of me — stumbled onto this video and realised… he’s not that person anymore? That he’s now me — Sabrina. A sissy girl with soft eyes, long lashes, painted lips, and an open heart.
What would they think, seeing this little clip? Seeing me smile? Watching my eyelids flicker with shimmer? Would they laugh? Would they be shocked?
Or would they pause, stare… and say:
“Wait… that’s Steve Butler.
But… she’s doing her makeup?
She’s… a sissy girl now?”
And the strange thing is… I think I want them to find it. Not to humiliate me — but to finally know me. To realise that Steve didn’t vanish — he bloomed. That behind the old name, the ties, the silence… was this soft, feminine self just waiting to be seen.
And now? I’m showing her.
Slowly. Delicately. Proudly.
I don’t want to pretend anymore.
I want to be caught.
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