Old… Not

Some things never get old. After doing my hair and makeup, that first reflection of a woman I see in the mirror. Being referred to as “she” and “her” while I am out among the civilians. Wearing high heels. Hearing the click of my high heels. When a gentleman holds a door open for me. Touching up your hair and makeup in the ladies’ room. When a civilian female engages you in conversation. Smoothing the back of my skirt as I sit down. Carrying a purse. Taking my compact out of my purse to touch up my makeup. Being called "Ma"am." Even better... being called "Miss." When a complete stranger stops to say, "I like what you"re wearing!" Shopping. Dangly earrings. Wearing lipstick. Admiring glances. Realizing that while I am presenting as a woman, it comes so naturally that I don’t have to think about i
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Forces in Petticoats
British soldiers femulating on stage in Forces in Petticoats, circa 1952.