I was a woman. I lifted my skirt and I was still a woman in my stockings, garter belt and panties. I looked at the girl in the mirror and loved her. I knew that she loved being who she was. I shivered as I went to bed and changed. Yes, I willingly put on a nightie, going to bed with my hair in a net, my skin covered with softening, women's lotions. Then, I got up of Friday, eager to be a woman again, all day long.