For a long time, I kept my femininity folded away like a favourite dress hidden at the back of the wardrobe. Soft, delicate, cherished… but never seen.

I told myself I was just experimenting. Playing with style. Exploring my “sissy side.” But slowly — sweetly — everything changed.

My bra stopped feeling like a costume and started feeling like comfort. My beauty rituals turned into sacred routines. My emotions began cycling in a rhythm so familiar, 

And now? It’s no longer something I do. It’s who I am.

I’m Sabrina.