I think it’s a fairly common thing among us t-girls to be “enthusiastic” shoppers.  We do love our clothes, and shoes, don’t we?

There are times when I find it hard to walk past a clothing store without wanting to go in and try something on.  I started to think that it was almost pathological.

One explanation that occurred to me is that I still don’t know who I am. 

I have been, all my life, a lover of women… and women of many kinds – from the cute, innocent girl-next-door to the hot vixen, from the bleached blonde beach babe to the dark and sultry brunette, from the farmer’s daughter to the smart urbanite, from the bohemian artist to the prim and proper secretary, etc.

When I am shopping, I’m attracted to clothes that would give me the look of a woman I would be attracted to.  But with my net cast so wide, much too much appeals to me.

I have to find my own look, or I am going to bankrupt myself!

With the evolution of my feminine self, I am going to have to find my one true feminine persona and just be her. Tgirl might just as well stand for Transformer-Girl.  Since I wasn’t a girl to begin with, all of this is a transformation of sorts, and I find myself wanting to be all the kinds of girls I like.

That’ll be a lot less expensive.