I was just in my room, with the closet door open, and there were all my clothes, spread out on the floor. I saw them, and I just loved seeing them there. I had an urge, not to wear them, but to just throw them all onto my bed and start rolling around. Crazy, I know. And no, I didn't do it. But it just hit me all of a sudden how much I've come to love being a crossdresser. I've sure come a long way from making myself sick and reducing myself to tears over what a "freak" I was.
I just wanted to share this realization. Has anyone else ever had that moment where they just suddenly realized "Whoa, I wouldn't change this if I could"?