MissTee
03-17-2014, 11:20 PM
Over the last two years I've had the opportunity to live out of the home community for extended periods of time. Matter of fact the place is several states away and I have a complete stash of girl wear along with wigs, forms, makeup, nail polish etc. I've noticed my habits have changed since first having this safe haven away and thought I would share.
Up until this time period I could only muster a few hours here and there of dressing. Fleeting moments filled with great anticipation beforehand; a full on rush of excitement during; and a euphoric sense of fulfillment when done. Then a slowly intensifying longing for the next available dressing session that grew in proportion to the next chance to actually dress. I would describe it as a roller coaster of desire, angst, fear, trepidation, and other emotional highs and lows.
Anymore, though, I am so much the mellow Misty. My routine consists of going to work, working out afterwards or going to some social function (all in drab mind you) then coming home and girling out a bit. Sometimes not at all. At the start I seemed to crave the full-on girly gambit of make-up, nails, heels, jewelry, etc. Now, a simple skirt with blouse, flats or simple sandals; maybe a pair of cotton capris or girl jeans. Forms and short wig, too. You know: the casual, comfortable stuff. I just don't seem to need to go all hyper dressy or exotic anymore.
So, I'm setting this all up to say that I have learned that letting the girl out in routine small doses takes the edge off. No pink fogs, and no more gyrating emotions. Oh my gosh and the stress that doesn't exist anymore!
Been CD-ing for the better part of 5 decades and still learning . . .
Reminder I don't go out (don't want to either), am still "closeted", and I have a supportive, understanding spouse.
Up until this time period I could only muster a few hours here and there of dressing. Fleeting moments filled with great anticipation beforehand; a full on rush of excitement during; and a euphoric sense of fulfillment when done. Then a slowly intensifying longing for the next available dressing session that grew in proportion to the next chance to actually dress. I would describe it as a roller coaster of desire, angst, fear, trepidation, and other emotional highs and lows.
Anymore, though, I am so much the mellow Misty. My routine consists of going to work, working out afterwards or going to some social function (all in drab mind you) then coming home and girling out a bit. Sometimes not at all. At the start I seemed to crave the full-on girly gambit of make-up, nails, heels, jewelry, etc. Now, a simple skirt with blouse, flats or simple sandals; maybe a pair of cotton capris or girl jeans. Forms and short wig, too. You know: the casual, comfortable stuff. I just don't seem to need to go all hyper dressy or exotic anymore.
So, I'm setting this all up to say that I have learned that letting the girl out in routine small doses takes the edge off. No pink fogs, and no more gyrating emotions. Oh my gosh and the stress that doesn't exist anymore!
Been CD-ing for the better part of 5 decades and still learning . . .
Reminder I don't go out (don't want to either), am still "closeted", and I have a supportive, understanding spouse.