I got a rare experience this evening. My wife is away all night looking after her step-mom, who fell and hurt herself. She's way into her eighties, and no doubt this injury is really bad for her. Cracked her pelvis. She didn't break it, thank goodness! Her daughters needed a night off, duly earned, I'm sure. So my wife is spending the night over there to take care of her.
This leaves me with a very rare night to myself. And as you can imagine, I'm taking full advantage of the situation. I'm absolutely dressed to the nines, in full makeup, meticulously done, the works. I even put nails on, which I have to admit, is really wonderful.
I love having long, pretty fingernails. I imagine what it would be like to be able to have nails like this all the time! And in addition to that, I find that I'm ablsolutely revelling in a kind of feminine overload. Pink fog, perhaps? I'm wearing a lovely dress, elegant heels, hosiery, a beautiful slip, jewelry.....the whole nine yards. There's not a thing I'm wearing that can even remotely be construed as men's wear.
I have a hint of perfume that wafts across my senses, and rather distracts me from time to time. My hair brushes across my cheeks and comes to rest upon the swell of my breasts. My hosiery rubs against itself as I move my legs, my high heels dangling as I cross my legs.
I'm going to put on a swim suit in just a bit, and take a swim in the pool en femme. This is somthing I just never get to do....
What a nice evening! I feel just wonderful!
I think that for many of us, this is the kind of experience that brings us back to crossdressing, and sometimes makes us push the envelope to more daring escapades en femme. It's hard to explain, but there is a euphoria involved in the whole crossdressing thing that makes us want it more and more, and leaves us looking forward to the next opportunity to "be" girls again. At least that is how it is for me.
These opportunities are rare for me, except for Saturday mornings, and I'm really enjoying just living in the moment, hoping that time slows down a little, and that this moment can last a good, long time.
There's just nothing else quite like it.
And I hope your mother-in-law does well.
and where you do not get the opportunity to express your femme side as often as you like the feelings you experience is much more intense and wonderful, I remember those days. And being able to go swimming enfemme is trulley a treat, been there done that. 
Viv
