So I haven't been very active lately due to some health issues. I ended up in the hospital towards the end of April. I was fully dressed at the time which sucked since very few people know. So when the ER staff undressed me they of course had to take off my bra and panties(they were very professional and didn't say a word). I also had on bright pink nail polish. So when I was transferred to the critical care unit(that staff hadn't seen my clothes) I had to lie about the polish and said it was because I lost a bet.
So skip forward ten days to the day I'm being released. My ex-wife was the one who came to give me a ride home. She was going through the drawers gathering up my stuff and saw the bag of clothes. So of course I had to lie again and say it must have been a mix up.
ghtBut anyways, while I was there it gave me a lot of time to think about my dressing. Why I did it and what-not. Whether or not I still wanted to do it.
Because I almost died and the last thing I wanted was to be found dressed up.
I say all that as I sit here in a mini skirt and tank top w/ bra and panties on.
I did manage to lose 15 pounds though. Which is great because some of the clothes I had were kinda tight but fit great now