My breasts are now beyond noticeable. Every day before I get dressed for work, I can see them in the mirror. I put on my bra, and they absolutely fill up the cups. I’m sure people that see me every day and know who I am just figure I’m working out or doing something that has given me “pecs”, but with the hourglass shape of the corset and the shape of my chest, people who are seeing me from a distance are probably assuming I’m a girl.
You always said that from the first time you saw me all those years ago, that you’ve always seen a girl. Now, after years of coming to you off and on, it is as obvious as ever. Even these days where I am wearing the clothing of a boy when working, my figure is that of a girl. The only time I look in the mirror and see a boy anymore is the very few hours per week when I head out to coach my baseball team with the hoodie on a baseball stuff. The entire rest of the week, I see danielle to the point where she is becoming the dominant force inside of me.
On the chastity front I can’t believe we have surpassed the 500-day milestone. Having gone this long without having the ability to release on my own has convinced me that it’s something I don’t need. I remember the days when I would do it daily and sometimes twice in one day. It’s funny how much better I feel not having that ability. The frustration of straining against the cage has now become preferred to me. I can’t imagine not being under your thumb. Even though it has led to me becoming almost a full-time girl, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I consider it something I need to be my true self. It keeps that little piece of flesh from defining who I am and lets you define me instead. I know your definition is that I’m a girl and I accept that. I wish there was a way for you to send me places knowing that people will refer to me as danielle and call me “she” and “her”. That still may happen in time, but for now, I’m just happy knowing that’s what you see and knowing that’s what I see now too.
My journey continues, knowing it’s way too late to ever turn around and go back.
