time to renew my drivers license, which is sometimes an anxiety frought event. I was late and dressed quickly, skinny jeans, t-shirt, no makeup, no bra, tied my hair back in a pink ribbon, and ran for the door.
While the clerk was verifying my info, height, weight, address, and such, she looked at my chest and said: "Do you still identify as male?" I glanced down and there were my breasts straining at the fabric, proud and prominate.
Who would have guessed it could be so easy?
