To wear or not to

Must I wear the satin silk

lying in the folds of my new wardrobe?

A sexy, black brassiere on an ivory skin

does paint a pretty picture

in the crevices of my hopeful heart,

beguiling my rational mind

to give in to the temptation.

To you, dear reader,

my dilemma must seem

a regular conundrum to a call of fashion,

trivial, insignificant;

however, it is anything but.

The gorgeous garment yonder

beseeches me to accept it quickly,

lest I fall short of my own daring.

For I, I who was born a man,

cannot grow as one.

The ways of the the other gender

that He was so kind to bestow upon me

lays laden on my chest

like Pandora's dreaded box,

enchanting until opened;

and now that it has opened,

leashing out the angry swarm of hateful upbraiders,

I choose to bear the stings

than shut my newfound sexuality.

The black brassiere should be brought out,

and so should my identity.