Overwhelmed by Pink Fog.

[Jennifer B]

I have been crossdressing for years. I love it and after the longest time I have finally accepted that it will always be part of who I am. I still self doubt occasionally but I left purging behind many moons ago and have reached a level of satisfaction from crossdressing that makes me very comfortable and happy. I like underdressing and going fully en femme when possible. It gives me a huge sense of pleasure, well being and comfort and relaxes me enormously.

What I still don't get though is the "Pink Fog!!"

I can go days and occasionally weeks without dressing, before returning to dressing again. So that's all normal. But when the Pink Fog hits. I still haven't figured that out.

Several days ago I woke up and had to dress en femme from top to tail. Knickers, stockings, suspenders, bra, little black dress, heels, make up, jewellery and hair. The works. It wasn't a choice I HAD to spend the entire day en femme! It was a need that could not be denied! The feeling I got from it was like being swamped with something that I can't explain. Just the most powerful and satisfying feeling and (just to make the point clear) it wasn't sexual, it was ethereal.
I spent the day shopping online for dresses, skirts, ladies jeans and jewellery and spent about £200. Focusing on getting work done wasn't an option. I had an immense desire to go out en femme for a long public walk, which I can't do in my town as I live in the sort of place where I'd get stoned by the locals if caught. It would cost me my job and accommodation. But even so the feeling was almost hypnotic.

By the next day I felt exhausted and the fog was slowly wearing off. By the third day I woke up and automatically put on male jeans and t-shirt. At which point I realised how different that felt and how overwhelmed I'd been for the past two days with the Pink Fog. It really shook me.

I'm writing this in a nice dark blue chiffon dress and that's just fine and nice. It's the way I am, but it's nothing like the fog that full on creamed me three days ago. I'm used to Pink Fog and know when it happens but I haven't had it like that, so powerful and consuming for years.

Why does it happen? What's it all about? Has anyone figured it out? It's not something I usually question because it just happens and that's OK. But this time it was ground shaking and left me a little bewildered as to what happened afterwards. I'd love to know what other people think and experience with it.

[BLUE ORCHID]

Hi Jenn, So what's the problem I wish It would happen more often, It's a high like no other .

[Jennifer B]

Hi Blue Orchid, It is a high like no other, but it's also something that for me (particularly the other day) was something that I had no control over. The intensity of it was a bit scary. I felt like I wasn't the person that I usually know myself to be. Also the credit card gets caned because of it. It was such an intense different feeling, that I would like to understand where it comes from and why.

[prene]

I wish I knew why it happens.
Mostly I do not mind the PINK FOG as long as I do not get into any trouble.

I have been out a few times with some gg friends and one guy and sometimes guys have hit on me.
Usually I come out of the PINK FOG when that happens.

[Beverley Sims]

The pink fog has a varying effect on all of us.
Some are more susceptible than others.

[Tina B.]

I haven't had a bout of pink fog hit me like that in years, but I know what you mean about the intensity of it, and feeling powerless against it. I don't know why it happens, but it can be scary after it starts to wear off, and you realize the things you did, or thought of doing, put you at risk you normally never take. That's what happened to me the first time I shaved by legs, it felt so right at the time, but after words it was what have you done time.
But if you can get lost in the fog, and still keep one foot on the ground, just to keep yourself out of trouble, there is no better feeling. It's when I feel the most feminine, inside and out, and a pink fog tinted mirror always makes me looks my best!
I love a nice foggy day, as long as the fog is pink!

[CynthiaD]

I love the pink fog. But I think it's misnamed. I think a better name would be "the pink clarity."

When the pink fog hits, I see myself with absolute clarity. No doubts, no confusion.

I dress completely en femme, because it would be completely absurd to dress any other way. This is who I am! I have no reason to be anything but proud of it!

Eventually the doubts come creeping back. "Do I look absurd?" "Will people laugh behind my back?" "Will they disrespect me?" And the doubts drive away the pink fog.

But which is "real?" I think that the world of the pink fog is the real world, and that the world of self-doubt and uncertainty is a shadow world that I am forced to inhabit from time to time.

Here's to the pink fog. May it rule forever!