I've always been less than happy with wigs. More than anything else, they have felt like a costume whenever I'm out. So without much thought about what I'd to about it, I started letting my hair grow, from what my barber would call "a businessman's cut", to rather shaggy mess in three months. And yesterday I made an appointment with a wonderful stylist who specializes in serving a "folically challenged" clientele, those suffering from hair loss from things like chemotherapy, alopecia, and transgender ladies who've had too many birthdays. She's been a friend of the community for many years, so I knew I would be in good hands.
Today, when I sat down in her chair, I was not expecting miracles , and told her so. My hair is definitely thinning in front, and as I said, only three months longer than usual. I added that all options were on the table, save for coloring. Long story short, I got a style that was unmistakably feminine. I wish I could explain what a difference it made. It's not really confidence that it engendered, but more like comfort. I don't mean physical comfort, though that was huge improvement. I mean in how much easier it felt to be out and interacting with people. It seemed like the looks were more understanding, more direct, more genuine, all because I'd removed that part of the "costume". Again, I am at a loss for words that adequately describe it, but it was definitely a new, and very positive feeling.