I am discovering that my newly discovered cross dressing adventure is not just about putting on a blouse or a skirt. *It seems to be changing my mindset as well. *A mental journey onto a new, unfamiliar road, perhaps? *Hmmm, never seen pink asphalt before .
The realization of what’s happening is changing my perceptions. My viewpoints, opinions, and especially prejudices are being challenged almost overnight, including feelings I suspected but kept under strict manly control, trying to unhappily live up to what the ideal man should be like. I find myself looking at women in a new, unfamiliar way. I read Helen Boyd’s “My husband Betty” to learn more about cross dressing. I learned about the female mind instead!
I am beginning to suspect that the mind changes along with the dress. The dress seems voluntary, but my mind seems to change all by itself. Interesting. Little scary too.
Ineke