After some time as a guy, it has become a bit easier to notice some of the differences in the way being a woman makes me feel.

Long gone are the days when I would dress to turn myself on. Was a time, I would look in the mirror and see a hottie (my opinion only) staring back at me, and that was enough.

These days, I dress appropriately to the task of meeting and attracting others – friends acquaintances and others – and functioning in society while expressing my own personal style.

As I have been flittering through my home, I realize that being female means being aware – of oneself, of one’s environment and of others.

I feel the sensuality of my posture as I walk, the texture of the ground against my feet, the way my hair caresses my neck. I run my fingers along the opposite forearm and take note of the soft skin, or rub my knees together, almost subconsciously. I am more in tune with my emotions, and with GF’s moods. I see a bouquet of flowers and it makes me feel a bit happier than I was the moment before.

In short, I pay attention to so many things that, as a guy, I ignore in my focus to get from Point A to Point B.

Some of it has to do with the fact that as a natal male, I have to more or less consciously (less and less so as we go) remember to do things a new way or find myself being a guy, however inappropriately dressed for that gender I might be.

But, I think most of it is just run-of-the-mill femininity (if there is such a thing) – anyway, an innate part of me that is finding its expression.