Now I look at the mirror, without fear.
Now, I try to see the woman inside me.
At first I could not. The reflected image was that of a man who did not like itself. Now, I see the figure of a man who would finding himself as a woman.
I like to look at myself and imagine that my little breasts grow older, that in my thighs a bit of fat appears and makes them feminine and, of course, that I lose weight and the half-transparent nightdress I wear falls straight from my nipples.
I am not afraid of the mirror, I am not afraid to see myself as I am, a man who aspires to be a woman with 63 years old and a pretty feminine body, so as not to cause any rejection on others.