Wow, Keli, you nailed it for me. In March I had a prostatectomy (cancer). After about 10 days of recovery time at my wife's house, I came back home to my own little abode. Still dribbling, wearing Depends, and feeling mighty low, I got the urge. Wow, did I ever!! All of a sudden I was dressing full time. It's been several years since I last ventured out en femme, but one day I walked out to the mailbox. Hmm, that felt nice. Did it again. One day a neighbor lady came by to see how I was doing. I was all made up and feeling pretty good about it, so I opened the door and let her in. She was great with it! We had a lovely visit. Then I went to the drug store and to a thrift shop and that went well. I've been shopping several times since, and I've sat out on my porch in full view to get some sunshine in my skirt, wig, etc. I have even taken my dog for a walk around our trail.
So yeah, baby, a major event in my life sure set me off, big time. My courage does vary - there are times when caution gets the best of me. But I definitely feel I have crossed my invisible barrier as a result of my surgery, and it feels damn good. Now if the dribbling would just stop......
