Jill_cd
09-03-2016, 12:49 PM
Well I turned (gulp) 50 this year and I've been feeling that I will eventually purge everything. Maybe a bit of a mid-life crisis. My children don't know and I don't think that the ex has said anything. I don't want the following conversation to take place:
Friend of my son: "I heard that your dad broke his ankle. I know he runs, did he do it while logging some miles?"
Son: "No, turns out he's a crossdresser and he lost his balance while wearing a tight skirt and high heels."
So I cut back on the runs (the weather in Northern VA/Washington DC has been horrid the last several weeks anyway) and have been lifting weights. I did NOT purge anything, just put everything in the back of the closet, out of sight, out of mind.
Anyway, earlier this week, I went to Dunkin' Donuts with a colleague for coffee and saw a young woman in line. She was wearing a skirt and heels.
I must have let my gaze linger a bit too long on those heels, because I thought, "I'd like to dress up this Saturday."
So I went for a run this morning and then showered, shaved, did my makeup and got dressed. So here I sit in a pencil skirt, blouse, heels, wig and makeup. Every now and then my wig hair sticks to my lipstick and I can smell my perfume. It feels awesome!
I'm thinking that with the long weekend (Labor Day here in the States) I might just stay en femme for the whole weekend, which I've never done before. With that in mind, I'll probably start thinking about going out somewhere. I'll very likely bump into a neighbor, give them a big smile and they might not ever talk to me again, but I feel soooo good right now. The pink fog has me in it's grasp.
Anyway, the moral of the story is that this 'condition' we share will never leave us and the desire to dress can pop up into our consciousness without any warning whatsoever.
Friend of my son: "I heard that your dad broke his ankle. I know he runs, did he do it while logging some miles?"
Son: "No, turns out he's a crossdresser and he lost his balance while wearing a tight skirt and high heels."
So I cut back on the runs (the weather in Northern VA/Washington DC has been horrid the last several weeks anyway) and have been lifting weights. I did NOT purge anything, just put everything in the back of the closet, out of sight, out of mind.
Anyway, earlier this week, I went to Dunkin' Donuts with a colleague for coffee and saw a young woman in line. She was wearing a skirt and heels.
I must have let my gaze linger a bit too long on those heels, because I thought, "I'd like to dress up this Saturday."
So I went for a run this morning and then showered, shaved, did my makeup and got dressed. So here I sit in a pencil skirt, blouse, heels, wig and makeup. Every now and then my wig hair sticks to my lipstick and I can smell my perfume. It feels awesome!
I'm thinking that with the long weekend (Labor Day here in the States) I might just stay en femme for the whole weekend, which I've never done before. With that in mind, I'll probably start thinking about going out somewhere. I'll very likely bump into a neighbor, give them a big smile and they might not ever talk to me again, but I feel soooo good right now. The pink fog has me in it's grasp.
Anyway, the moral of the story is that this 'condition' we share will never leave us and the desire to dress can pop up into our consciousness without any warning whatsoever.