You haven't quite yet mastered walking in heels.
Your girlfriends still help you with your makeup.
Fake eyelashes will be the death of you.
Your padding is lumpy and ill-fitting and weird.
When you finally get moving in heels, you need to take a break every 10 minutes.
Your tuck ain't always tight.
People still recognize your male self.
You can't sew.
You're still learning how to shade and read.
You don't (yet) have a gimmick.
You know you're fierce and fishy and fabulous no matter WHAT.