Time when you just gotta do you.
As getting closer to being retirement age my thoughts were of just being me. Done was the responsibility of raising my family. Wife left for other reasons so now was a good time. Out shopping one salesgirl said it was time to do me. What others think is doesn't matter. Legs are soft, smooth, and most days yes I am wearing pantyhose. Underarms are shaved regularly, and working on body hair. My hair is past my shoulders and sometimes even curled. Usually I wear scrunches and have it in a ponytail. Most people don't even pay attention to me. Women are attracted to me even this way. My love is fine with my more feminine side and mostly prefers it. My children know and don't care, they love me. My love enjoys the sound of my heels in the kitchen in the morning while she reads the paper, and drinks coffee in bed. She knows breakfast is being made and her girl is in the kitchen. You are the same person in a dress, hose, and heels so why should it matter.