Sometimes,
you don’t want the day to start. Because then you have to take off your nighty, your fake boobies, your nail polish. You have to put on the slacks and the button down, the tie, and then the fantasy ends. You have to wake up from your dream and go back to the Real World—the one that, should you show your true self, would only implode in disaster.
I treasure my mornings before work. Every last minute en femme. I’m often late into the office—in guy mode as inferred, or rather, mostly. I can’t help but leave a few colorful hints around, for my own sanity’s sake. And besides—nobody can see your underwear. No one pays much attention to the color or length of your socks anyway.
Sigh. It’s high time I started being a man for the day.
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aerynotn said:
Eck! Yeah. I don’t even bother with nail polish any more with the time and effort to remove it. And dont you think your hands smell after anyway?
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mfluttershy reblogged this from cctcd and added:
Preach it, sibling. *sigh*
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