Nikkilovesdresses
08-27-2024, 01:32 PM
For many of you, wearing a skirt in public is nothing new, but for me it is.
I don't really feel the need to fully crossdress in public, mostly because I'm far too old to pass, and I sorely regret not going for it when I was young. Today I'll settle for MIAD. The snag is that I live in rural France, a conservative country at the best of times, and hereabouts crossdressing doesn't exist. You might very occasionally see a man who is effeminate, but he'll still be wearing jeans and a shirt.
I haven't yet walked through the village - and probably never will - but I've visited several friends while wearing a skirt, and it has felt comfortable, though one of them was clearly a bit nonplussed. Apart from being ridiculed, which I could handle, what stops me is my wife's feelings. She accepts my love of women's clothes up to a point, but feels very uncomfortable about me wearing them in public.
But she's been away for 3 months, and my euphoria at having lost a lot of weight has caused a wave of pink fog. Or perhaps that's pink frog. So I've been pushing the envelope.
Both times I wore a navy and white polkadotted A-line skirt, above the knee, and a simple white untucked tailored cotton blouse, with pale grey ankle socks and cream tennis shoes. Totally comfortable, and apart from the skirt, basically unisex. The feeling of air moving around my upper legs is a magical experience, and most men do not know what they're missing.
I feel sad that we live in a world where society still frowns upon such behaviour. It's so harmless, and it brings such joy. There's a deep irony in male/female roles when it comes to the conventions of clothing. Men dominate the world, control most of what happens, and say what can and cannot be acceptable. Yet a few square feet of gauzy fabric threatens the poor darlings worse than almost anything they can imagine.
As if we don't know they've all tried slipping on a pair of girls' panties when nobody's looking...
I don't really feel the need to fully crossdress in public, mostly because I'm far too old to pass, and I sorely regret not going for it when I was young. Today I'll settle for MIAD. The snag is that I live in rural France, a conservative country at the best of times, and hereabouts crossdressing doesn't exist. You might very occasionally see a man who is effeminate, but he'll still be wearing jeans and a shirt.
I haven't yet walked through the village - and probably never will - but I've visited several friends while wearing a skirt, and it has felt comfortable, though one of them was clearly a bit nonplussed. Apart from being ridiculed, which I could handle, what stops me is my wife's feelings. She accepts my love of women's clothes up to a point, but feels very uncomfortable about me wearing them in public.
But she's been away for 3 months, and my euphoria at having lost a lot of weight has caused a wave of pink fog. Or perhaps that's pink frog. So I've been pushing the envelope.
Both times I wore a navy and white polkadotted A-line skirt, above the knee, and a simple white untucked tailored cotton blouse, with pale grey ankle socks and cream tennis shoes. Totally comfortable, and apart from the skirt, basically unisex. The feeling of air moving around my upper legs is a magical experience, and most men do not know what they're missing.
I feel sad that we live in a world where society still frowns upon such behaviour. It's so harmless, and it brings such joy. There's a deep irony in male/female roles when it comes to the conventions of clothing. Men dominate the world, control most of what happens, and say what can and cannot be acceptable. Yet a few square feet of gauzy fabric threatens the poor darlings worse than almost anything they can imagine.
As if we don't know they've all tried slipping on a pair of girls' panties when nobody's looking...