It happened to me right before Christmas, now completely divorced this was me free properly for the first Christmas but what with visiting my friends and everything else it was not possible to dress for what seemed ages and my feelings for femininity drifted away with the pressures surrounding me. I have got past that now and at last having a proper day to myself, when I woke up this morning my feelings hit me like a beautiful, gentle caress all over me and as I put my bra on I suddenly felt whole once again. A new sort of peace came over me as I felt fresh new feelings of femininity wash over me, a feeling of wanting to be the woman I want to emulate, the feeling of softness and peace. And more so of being able to be me. To look in a mirror and not see the drab me looking back but a feminine "Bobbi" looking back and saying to me here I am this is who and where I should be and this is how I should look all the time.