I hope I can find shoulders to lean against here. I need some support.
I've always been a girl, inside. It's just me, but now I've gotten a little scared of it.
Physically, I'm male but not very, if I may leave the embarrassing details unstated.
Over the past year I seem to have gone through some changes. This week, after a little investigation with an online size calculator, I bought a bra and found I fill a 44C just fine. It's all me (and, yes, I could stand to lose a little weight). I have to wear loose shirts because every time I move there is jiggle. The bra helps with that, and that's part of the problem. I like the way it helps. I feel confident, once the jiggle is under control, even though I know the risks of getting caught wearing a bra.
But there's something else.
All my life I've lived with having wide hips, undeveloped parts, and no Adam's apple. That's all no big deal. For some reason, the latest thing has popped my eyes wide open.
Last week I discovered I have female pattern digits. if you haven't heard of that, girls have shorter ring fingers than index fingers. My ring fingers are prominently shorter.
I'm scared to go out fully dressed as a woman, but I can't quite hide, either. For instance, I've worn either knee-highs or hose everywhere for the last week, and when I sit down at a restaurant I just don't care if anyone notices if my pants cuff rises up a little. I kind of want to get caught, but I don't want to be ridiculed, either - and I find myself sitting so my pants do show a little ankle. How repressed I must be if a little bit of ankle puts me on edge yet draws me to risk!
All the other things with my body should have been evidence enough of what's going on, but the female pattern digits have cemented it.
There is no going back. I was never there to begin with.