Went for a Sunday night drive, on my way back I picked up ice cream for me and my wife. We sat out back eating when my wife said she doesn't want to know what I do on my drives but hopes I act presentable. She sad she's not totally happy that I go for my drives because our kids and family doesn't know about my dressing and doesn't want them to find out by me doing something foolish and caught on a cell phone photo. But doesn't want me to stop because she feels it's like therapy to me, when I come back I'm a different person, more happy, focused and maybe the alone time escaping my male self and expressing my fem side does me good.
Even though she says she doesn't want to know she starts telling what she hopes I'm not doing. She said if I crave to get out of the car not to do it in a empty parking lot or in a dark area of a park and not look like a freak hiding in dark corners and to do it with people around and act normal. When I drive with her and I'm dressed I do like to lift the hem line and show some leg, after all it's my only strong famine feature. And with that she told me she hopes I'm not driving showing to much and risk attracting the wrong type of crowd. She knows I get out to put gas in which she's OK with because she hates putting gas in her car but doesn't know what else I do, I believe she thinks I meet up with people or something because she doesn't believe i drive around for hours and just drive, I was going to tell her what I do but she insisted she really thought it was better that she didn't know. I told her my best therapy is having these conversations and hearing what she doesn't want from my fem side and happy that she cares that I present appropriate and not put myself in danger. I thought she gave me great advice and even though they don't want to know they still care. Cheers to women.