She dressed me for the first time this weekend. We went shopping for this wonderful, purple babydoll looking outfit that sparkled perfectly with the necklace that I have worn every day since she gave it to me 2 years ago.
She also bought me these perfect stockings to wear. She put them one me and rubbed my legs over and over again, smiling. I know, for sure, that she enjoys playing with gender and crossing lines. I could tell from her eyes she was totally enjoying seeing me in these clothes.
Yet, I can't help but get stuck on the thought that, at the end of the day, these are just clothes, right?
But why do they mean so much? Why do they make both of our brains light up?
She says it's the power involved. It's hard to argue that!
Meghan