Spring!

It’s finally here.

Again.

It was actually ere two days ago, but I missed it. Apparently I was napping when the Vernal Equinox arrived. I do recall a few days of ‘fake’ spring a couple of weeks back, and even got my yard mowed, as some of you may recall, but I knew it wasn’t the real deal.

Now we’re a couple of days into it and things are looking up. As my fingers tippy tap across my keyboard, the sun is shining brightly and I my feminine side has urges to remove everything from the house and clean it from top to bottom.

Fortunately, for me, my masculine side, small though it may be, has the ability to override impulsive events my feminine side views as normal. That will continue to be the case as long as my testosterone levels remain steady. Keeping those levels normal is becoming more of a chore than I care to deal with, however, so I’m on the verge of doing something to correct resolve it.

I’m going to start taking estrogen. Yes, it’s time that I quit fighting the losing battle that’s costing me my menimine perspective on life, and join the winning side. I think we all come to that point, eventually, but normally that happens once there’s absolutely no hope of making a difference. Perhaps by making the change now, I will be able to leave my mark on society by joining my wife, and sharing her underwear drawer, in a quest alert the remainder of humanity to the fact that men don’t have a chance.

I want to have fabulous eyelashes, too, and cleavage that will cause men to stare so I can point out that they aren’t supposed to be looking at what’s so obviously on display. Yes, my cleavage will on display for all to see, and you can look without feeling any guilt. Yes sir!

That’s what I’m going to do, and I’m going to start right away by putting on a new pair of panties.