One thing you’d do if you were the opposite gender?

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LMAO....its overrated....LOL

your issue would be that reactions and sensations also change dependent on hormonal profile which changes throughout the month. So you might get it for then and there but check back in a week and you’re out of luck
This is an excellent point of which I am aware, but had not considered. I would need at least two months, then....right? Let's say three? (of course, and then, as people age, these things change too).
be prepared to be absolutely brutally honest about yourself as well as the man, and be prepared to laugh…hard
I honestly think I can probably do both...certainly the laughing part.
I'm already known amongst my friends (of both genders) of oversharing and...self awareness and self understanding (although I think it's more a case of "I've got them fooled").

would you learn as much from being in a gay relationship, and if so why not try it?
I think here it's crucial to recognize that I'm assuming two things really, that it's only my "shell" that's changed (although that brings up a number of interesting issues) and that I am planning to return to my male "shell" and thus really in my thought process, it was mostly about gathering information. So, the idea of trying sex with man as a man wouldn't "help me" in anything I want/need to learn. I know how to please myself. I don't have any interest in pleasing any other men, so it wouldn't serve the purposes I was envisioning.

To be honest though, in thinking about taking a male lover (in a woman's body) I have to admit that it might be a challenge as I'm not really attracted to men (see initial assumption that my "self" hasn't changed (my interests, preferences, etc).

But your comment brings up a really interesting question. I am reasonably certain that I would be a different "self" were I in a female body. And how long would those changes take? If I stayed female for say three months? (note above) or six, or 12? Would I find that I changed? I mean certainly at some level, of course, I change with every new experience, but I'm thinking about more profound changes. I note the posts above by @may_I_please (you, since I'm replying to you) and @KatieDoes (and @Suntimefuntime ), which bring up the fact that living as a woman you interact with the world daily in a way that is quite different than I do. Carrying risks and problems that I don't face as a male. I'd like to think that - through a variety of life experiences - I've at least developed some empathy and understanding of that, but I am certain it's way different to actually live it.

So, were I to spend months as a woman, would my preferences for men develop? Change? Would my feelings about other women and my preferences for them change? I have no idea, but it's interesting to ponder.

Thanks @may_I_please , your comments on my post were awesome. As you said, "I love things I can get my teeth into!" :D
 
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I’d definitely want to kiss another woman.

I’d want to feel the shared softness of soft lips on soft lips, no stubbled cheeks, small fingers exploring each other’s softest places, hard erect nipples brushing together, kissing them, gasping, teasing, tasting each other’s steaming-hot womanly deliciousness… 😍
 
Allllllll the things! Mostly just not worry about how every interaction I have might be misconstrued. As a woman I feel like I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. Polite=tease Reserved Introvert=Bitch. It would also be cool to walk around alone and not always look over my shoulder. 😂
I really appreciate these posts by you and @may_I_please and @KatieDoes . I think it's important to keep pointing this out. It's something I'm developing a sense of empathy and understanding for, and each new bit adds to that. Thanks.
 
I would go on a long road trip and pee in a bottle so I didn't have to stop often. I'm extremely jealous of this ability. Abnormally jealous.
Honestly, I've never done that. I'm obviously doing this "guy" thing wrong....

If you think that sounds good, you'd love writing your name in the snow.
Now this. This is truly awesome. Peeing - and writing - in the snow is one of life's great pleasures.
I'd be too afraid of public indecency charges. That's one thing that wouldn't change. My husband touches my boob in public once and the Baptist in me freaked out (no matter how much I push her down).
Darkness is your friend. Also, the woods. We'd all find you a place.
 
I really appreciate these posts by you and @may_I_please and @KatieDoes . I think it's important to keep pointing this out. It's something I'm developing a sense of empathy and understanding for, and each new bit adds to that. Thanks.

There is a profound difference in my sense of personal safety when I’m out in public cross dressed.

I was very mistakable as female in my early twenties, to the point where I would get whistled at on the street and got my ass grabbed in crowds — not crosdressing, just in jeans and a T-shirt or whatever. Old guys with bad eyes would flirt with me at the hardware store and guys at work would joke about which journeyman got to take the ‘new girl,’ implying that I would be offering blowjobs.

….and I’m a guy. I literally grew facial hair to stop being treated ‘like a girl’ on construction sites. (Early ‘90s USA)


Too bad people can’t entirely switch gender for a month just for the benefit of better understanding.
 
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Honestly, I've never done that. I'm obviously doing this "guy" thing wrong....


Now this. This is truly awesome. Peeing - and writing - in the snow is one of life's great pleasures.

Darkness is your friend. Also, the woods. We'd all find you a place.
So what you're saying is if I was a man, I would have other men helping me pull out my cock in the dark woods? This has taken an unexpected turn. 😂
 
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I find it funny that guys will take a pee in the woods, but with their backs to each other because 'I'm no homo'.

I haven’t seen one in a while, but there used to be some big round trough style urinals in some public venues. At busy events the restroom would fill with guys whipping it out and staring at each other across a six foot circle.

You’d see some guys come in and “Nope.” they’d head right back out or wait for a stall. I always wondered the cause for the modesty — are they afraid they might not measure up? Are they afraid to see another man’s body?

I always liked stepping to the trough and pulling up my skirt to pee. :)
 
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