If I start shaving my legs it's really difficult to stop, I want all that horrible hair gone, even if only for a little while. I have nary a regret about the money and time I've invested in electrolysis for my face, either, even though I'm low income in a big way. Whenever I pass by a mirror I have a look see, keeping an eye out for any noticeable growth in the boob department. Anybody else possessed by irrational urges like these? Probably all of you...I'm sure in the fullness of time having breasts will be like having elbows, as Helen Boyd put it. But for the moment fighting these urges is like trying to not eat the whole pint of ice cream.
I've spent 30 years thinking of these notions of being a gal as just kinky fantasies too. The urges make me feel like I'm some kind of sleeper agent, a transsexual Manchurian Candidate. "Must shave body smooth...then shoot Angela Lansbury..."

Look it up, kids.