Lisa/Anders - Ninja Transvestit Danmark
LOVE pink 3
I decided to take a LONG evening walk in my new high heels. I did dress casually sexy, but as you might imagine, it did include a very sweet and VERY short skirt. (Not what I am wearing on these pictures, actually the skirt was SLIGHTLY shorter and MUCH more sweet) High gloss moisturized and baby oiled nylon clad legs, short skirt and new heels I was walking down the street. I heard a scooter approaching from behind, slowing down as it approached. It was a young guy and I thought to my self that he would quickly regret even slowing down, when he see and acknowledge that I am a guy.
Before I continue, I must explain that I NEVER pose, claim, or even try to be a woman, so it is one of the first things I say meeting people for the first time. I am a guy and a transvestite, I do not want to be mistaken for a woman.
But walking the streets this do make a conflict in respect to the ”ethics of honesty” though I think it is fair on the other hand to say, that I am not obligated to explain anything to people on the street choosing to look my way. I would REALLY be busy going out if I had to do that. So, walking the streets I don´t explain, or need to explain, shit to anybody.
But I WAS out for a walk, the night air was MOST lovely and I didn´t want a lift, as the young guy offered continuously, as I walked on down the street. I just ignored him for starters, thinking that this should be answer enough.. but as he kept asking I realized he DID think I was a girl, even driving so close beside me for almost 100 meters :o) QUITE a compliment!!! I thought when he finally got the message, that I was MOST content with walking. Of cause, I could have just said ”no thank you”... but knowing guys (as I do claim to do) this MIGHT have just made him think, I was inviting a conversation.
But.. I guess.. I have come to a point where I am actually close to being just as pretty, as the ”real thing” and it DOES make me outrageously proud, not to say confident. I am very lucky to have come to where I am, but it is thanks to no one else, but myself. Not society, not other trannys support, not ideology, just little, righteous and stubborn me, taking on the WHOLE world and kicking it´s ass.... that is.. ;o)
LOVE pink 3
I decided to take a LONG evening walk in my new high heels. I did dress casually sexy, but as you might imagine, it did include a very sweet and VERY short skirt. (Not what I am wearing on these pictures, actually the skirt was SLIGHTLY shorter and MUCH more sweet) High gloss moisturized and baby oiled nylon clad legs, short skirt and new heels I was walking down the street. I heard a scooter approaching from behind, slowing down as it approached. It was a young guy and I thought to my self that he would quickly regret even slowing down, when he see and acknowledge that I am a guy.
Before I continue, I must explain that I NEVER pose, claim, or even try to be a woman, so it is one of the first things I say meeting people for the first time. I am a guy and a transvestite, I do not want to be mistaken for a woman.
But walking the streets this do make a conflict in respect to the ”ethics of honesty” though I think it is fair on the other hand to say, that I am not obligated to explain anything to people on the street choosing to look my way. I would REALLY be busy going out if I had to do that. So, walking the streets I don´t explain, or need to explain, shit to anybody.
But I WAS out for a walk, the night air was MOST lovely and I didn´t want a lift, as the young guy offered continuously, as I walked on down the street. I just ignored him for starters, thinking that this should be answer enough.. but as he kept asking I realized he DID think I was a girl, even driving so close beside me for almost 100 meters :o) QUITE a compliment!!! I thought when he finally got the message, that I was MOST content with walking. Of cause, I could have just said ”no thank you”... but knowing guys (as I do claim to do) this MIGHT have just made him think, I was inviting a conversation.
But.. I guess.. I have come to a point where I am actually close to being just as pretty, as the ”real thing” and it DOES make me outrageously proud, not to say confident. I am very lucky to have come to where I am, but it is thanks to no one else, but myself. Not society, not other trannys support, not ideology, just little, righteous and stubborn me, taking on the WHOLE world and kicking it´s ass.... that is.. ;o)