What the hell is the matter with me? For me the urge to dress and the rush, the buzz that I once got from dressing has just vanished. I have the house to myself every weekday, a closet full of female clothing a healthy supply of make up and a wife that allows but not fully accepting. I feel that I have done all that I need to do dressed in my female form. Sitting here, beard of 2 weeks, hairy body, full blown hairy legs and I am a cyclist! I just can not be stuffed going through the motions of getting dressed. Satisfied in my male form or just lazy? I hope that the missing pink fog is a passing phase.