Last night was my first time dressing in at least 6 months. I watched a biopic on Raf Simons at Dior the night before and it stirred the desire in me again to feel pretty. My wife was out last night, and at first when I felt the urge come up to dress, I couldn't be bothered. It seemed such an effort. 10 minutes later I was diving into the bottom drawer and pulling out tights and a dress- god it felt good to wear it again, and instantly I felt myself become more feminine, felt the softness and gentleness, felt how much I enjoy it.
I changed a little while before my wife came home, but into a pair of Goth leggings I bought online in the summer. She seemed fine with that. No idea when the compulsion will come over me again!
Hugs, Nikki