No.107 Pants Fluttering in the Wind, My Free Afternoon

Even though it was winter, today was unusually warm. The sky stretched endlessly blue, making me want to walk through the sunlit patches. I’m a cross-dresser. Dry grass swayed in the wind, and birds chirped in the distance. Suddenly, a mischievous thought struck me. I tried sticking my own pants to an old wall by the roadside with the tape I’d brought. Then I stuck on a tampon and a pad too. Cloth fluttering in the wind. Somehow, it felt like I’d left a part of myself here. My panties fluttered in the breeze. Watching them, I felt I could be even freer. Gender? Appearance? None of that matters. What matters is how I want to be. In this moment, I could just be me. Together with a single tree on the country road, a single strand of wind. I want to tell those who watch this video too. That you don’t have to hold yourself back. That sometimes, letting yourself be carried by the wind isn’t so bad. If you’d like, why don’t we take a deep breath together? Feeling this winter sunlight.