I had a magnificent day/evening yesterday at home during passing in-climate weather.
I dressed in my long blue dress, dolled up a little (not too much makeup) for a rare day to relax around home with the Wife. I know she accepts and tolerates me running about in a dress. We have polite limitations (where/when), but she's never been "enthusiastic" in the least.
But we had a great, comfortable day together. Made dinner. Drank wine. By the evening it wasn't even apparent to me or her that I was dressed in women's clothes.
This morning we were talking (again). She asked about "how I felt" being dressed up last evening. I tried to describe the satisfaction and joy I derived from the clothes. It's all about The Clothes. I related how, in my femme persona, I felt a sense of grace. I was at peace.
And as I continued to grope for a way to describe it, I "stream of consciousness" blurted out " It was like I was in a play about Me." I said it without much thought. It just erupted from the (sub?)conscious. I wasn't even sure what it meant but it seems to make a bit of sense.
Have any of you, when attempting to understand how and WHY crossdressing makes you feel the way it does, ever thought of yourself PLAYING A ROLE, maybe even in your own "play". ?
LongBlue-Standing tall in all [closeup crop]forum.jpeg ME IN THE INSPIRING DRESS (above)