Every girl fantasizes about her wedding. Especially her wedding dress. The groom — no matter whom she is actually marrying — is immaterial, at best a handsome prop. So no wonder that one of the most popular style of wedding dress evokes the fantasy creature of the Mermaid!
And so no wonder, too, that every little boy who would rather be a girl always fantasizes about being a mermaid….
Most certainly, I did. While dreaming of wedding dresses would have been discouraged, to make-believe I was a mermaid simply showed an active and admirable imagination.
I even made several mermaid costumes. Long before I ever became fluent in the word “sexy,” that’s the way I felt with the tight fabric wrapped snug around my legs and butt. That I was so constricted I couldn’t move except to wiggle made the sensations even…yes…sexier!
No longer earthbound, my mind was propelled by my newly created, undulating tail through an endless, sensuous sea.
Psychologists would opine, of course, that transsexuals naturally identify with mermaids because the absence of legs means there can be no genitals between them.
But the poetic interpretation I find preferable and more powerful: Like mermaids, we “shemales” are amazingly fantastic mythological creatures.