Leather, Cloth, and Silicone

Hey, long time no see people. While Manny is off at a convention and hosting a Yaoi panel, I figured I'd post something as to how my week went. Over all it was fairly good, and I made some great headway on my 'slow and steady wins the race' method to transitioning ;D

A little while ago I bought a woman's wallet and a three-pack of sports bras. The wallet and bras both came this week- several days before they were actually supposed to arrive. I was absolutely tickled :).

The wallet works fantastically; I can place all my credit cards in there very well and its very secure. I really do like it. I cleaned out my old wallet, which was essentially filled with crap. I can't possibly imagine how having a purse would turn out for me... granted how much crap I've seemed to accumulate in a little wallet given its 2 year life span. Anyway, while digging around I managed to find some old school ID's, which I have shown numerous people, all of whom say I look older in them, despite them being from 2007. I'm even in a tux in one... god that was a bad experience. But yes, apparently I'm fairly photogenic too :P

This also relates to the picture I shared with you all in my previous post... most people whom I've shown it to thought I was absolutely adorable, and I have to agree! I'm getting this weird narcissist feeling toward my male self xD

Oh, and I found my old condom that I had in my wallet.


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Moving on!
The bras also came in the mail, which I almost instantaneously tried out. They fit great, as expected since I've done some extensive research since I was a wee lad. I'm a 40A, and with my homemade breast forms, they're about a 40B. Happily I snagged out my forms, only to find that one has ruptured and started spilling rice all over the place... sad day :(
Thankfully though they stayed together long enough for me to enjoy looking at my reflection :3

In other news, my break cables broke at the most inconvenient time EVER. They snapped just as I was trying not to crash into this old woman. I was going down a stretch of sidewalk that curves in such a way that its hard to see over the shrubbery. She didn't see me, and I didn't see her. I expected her to have gotten out of my way before I got to her... but no such luck. I tried to break, but the cable snapped. I had no time to stop with the other break. To my right was a steep hill and a row of parked cars, to my left was thick thorny shrubbery. I smacked into her- she screamed as my handlebars plowed into her torso.

Long-ish story short. I said "OMG I'm so sorry" and she kept going on about her husband while I kept asking if she wanted to go to the clinic or something. Her husband eventually showed up, an old man with a cool beard and a cane... he spoke Portuguese to her for a second, and they decided to go to sit down for a second. When I asked if they would like me to accompany them, he said no. So I got off scott free, despite me feeling terrible about it all day. I swear I went back to my old frightened child stage of my life, back when I was scorned from doing anything but being feminine. God that day sucked...

Then my bras came, and everything was alright :) I also made a new Facebook for myself, where I could happily be myself without fearing that my father may see, or that I'd somehow be scorned for doing so. Still, I'm having fun with it.
I also recently bought some breast forms an an outfit for laters... while also getting a present for my mother's birthday, which is coming up soon.

Thats roughly what happened this week, sorry if it seemed a bit rushed, but I didn't wanna bog you all down with text again.

Loves,
Cath