The new Mrs Harris
It's hard to believe that was only two months ago today. It feels like years. I sigh and walk towards the coffee shop, the knee length skirt of my summer dress swishes around my legs in the breeze and my large pillowy breasts jiggle with each step. I try to ignore the feeling but even after two months it's still embarrassing to be out in public dressed like a woman. Of course I am a woman now, a fact that is underlined by the clicking of my 4 inch high heeled sandals. It had been almost...