It was here that visited a church for the first time wearing women's clothing. It felt right. I forgot that there was a midday service so I stayed. During the greetings from other worshippers, there were greetings and smiles. No frowns or disgusted looks. There was no guilt or condemnation from God. It was okay 👍. He was interested in me, not what I was wearing.
This is another place instrumental in my transition to become Genevieve.
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