Superfemininity

Today I felt super feminine. Even though I already know for a while what it is like to feel feminine, by putting on the right clothes and applying a fine makeup, but today I seemed to go “next level.” I wasn’t actively looking for it and it all started yesterday in a little store. It was a small boutique just outside the commercial center of the city where I now live. Nowadays I manage pretty well not to buy anything. There has to be that overwhelming certainty, otherwise the item will stay hanging. However, the dress I saw attracted me even before I had put it on. Obviously, the store assistant allowed me to try it on for a moment.

“It’s very feminine.” That’s the first thing she said when I came out of the dressing booth. And when I looked in the mirror, I already felt that overwhelming certainty. I would not leave that boutique without that dress. It’s very feminine because of the “cut.” Close-fitting at the top, with lots of “exposure” between neckline and cleavage. Swaying lots of fabric from below, length to the knee. A soft fabric also that falls smoothly. The color and pattern very forbidden for men. Moreover, something you can actually wear all year round.

I also felt … a little sexy in that dress. Because of the swishiness, the playfulness, the softness. And yet I also felt distinguished and elegant. Impossible to wear without a smile. I decided to wear it the rest of the day (that is, yesterday)… and today too. Okay, so that’s already a confirmation that it was a successful purchase.

Today I also put my hair in a ponytail. For some reason I thought that went better with this dress. It gives more class. I visited a museum of modern art, and enjoyed the works of art, the beauty, and … my dress. How posh can one be?

I felt super-feminine the whole time.

Pretty.

Precious.

Delicate.

It’s hard to explain why exactly. It’s just the feeling that’s there spontaneously. And it’s a wonderful feeling.

It was a little windy, and I felt I had to pay attention. The wind was playing a lot with my dress. That in turn added to that vulnerability. But then again, it’s a sign of strength to withstand that vulnerability.

And what is also striking, and what I have noticed more than once: the better you look, the nicer people are to you. The man behind the ticket counter, the barista who made my coffee, the stranger who wished me luck when I got on the scooter. Many women too who spontaneously smiled at me when our gazes crossed.

Oh ha, that electric scooter still. Once I saw a young female colleague wearing a beautiful dress riding her scooter towards work. I thought that was so beautiful. A nice contrast too, that undeniable femininity with glitzy technology. I thought she was divine, the way she floated above the road.

And today I felt like a goddess, too. I was very conscious of the image I was creating for others. And that image had to be perfect, so tummy in, shoulders back, chin up, and a smile.

Sometimes I wonder if ciswomen can also enjoy a new dress like that.