Where is the ❤️ button?
Yes to affirming dreams that help our souls breathe.
As for shaving, I have similar legs that I'm grateful for. [aside, Sally Hansen leg makeup is a joy! Gives then a slight tan and smoothes over imperfections] Shaved legs is a good example of one of at least a dozen things I thought would brings comments from: my wife, my kids, my coworkers, and strangers on the street. There's a scene from the 1980 movie The Princess Bride where Buttercup has a nightmare of walking through town with people screaming at her, telling her she's horrible.
To my surprise, it didn't happen. Instead, most of the people I knew best said nothing. Strangers I interacted with (like clerks in stores) commented casually "Cute earrings" or "I love the color of your shirt" or "Do you do your own nails"
With time it was clear that no one cared and eventually they all "knew."
My wife and I didn't talk about it a lot.
But she bought me women's clothes and makeup for my birthday and anniversary.
My coworker dropped a gift bag on my desk with fluffy pink tissue paper and her favorite lipstick in it.
As for not needing it, what I NEEDED was permission - from myself. At each scary step. And I found that...
Wearing hidden panties wasn't a fiery need, but it led to hidden pantyhose under clothes (and with men's socks), also not a need.
The pantyhose and panties became more normal, even if hidden.
This led to men's colorful shirts. I didn't need them. By then I NEEDED the panties, every day. No one knew. I do my own laundry.
And so on. I'm slowly starting to not need as much to feel feminine, but I almost always want: v-beck utterly femme blouses, skirts, full eye makeup, lipstick (god give me RED), cute girly sandals, painted toe and fingernails...
You may experience none of this. We are all so different (and so the same). Or you may. More likely, your own version will emerge.
Keep dreaming. ❤️