Long time no post! I turned 60 in June, so all pretence of spring-chickenhood is now futile. After coming out a couple of years ago to (some) friends and family, I sort of lost interest in actually physically dressing femme, the most important thing is that the people who matter to me know and accept me It's a good feeling, I'm very lucky No more panic, no purging ( apart from things that don't suit me or don't fit) no waves of self-disgust anymore ... but my femme clothes mainly just stayed in the wardrobe or the bedside drawer. Then for some reason a couple of weeks ago ( Saturday morning, no work) I thought that I might as well put on a skirt and top, and what was the point of my flats just gathering dust under the bed? So I dressed very plain and simple, put my dressing gown over the skirt and top and went down to the kitchen, where my wife was eating breakfast. She could see that I was wearing the flats, of course, but I loosened my dressing gown a bit so that my top showed, and then a bit more so she could see my skirt too. No adverse reaction at all Every non-work day since I've put on a top, skirt and flats in the morning and only changed to bloke gear when I've had to leave the house, and Anne's been absolutely fine with it She may have noticed that I actually like doing housework when wearing a skirt of course. I never want to take my skirt off now, it's a real pain to have to switch to trousers