Looking back, way back, I used to suggest to my wife that I would like her to direct me to do household chores while dressed. In the process of peeling my mental onion, I came eventually to the conclusion that this submissiveness may have been driven by the notion that if she asked/encouraged me to do dress (for work or play), that relieved me from owning my own desire/need to dress.
I am finally past the point (I think/hope) of needing someone to give me permission. Now days, I live as much of my life as possible at least presenting as a woman (some would understandably object to me saying I live as a woman, whatever that may mean.), whether I’m doing household chores or maintenance, or running errands around town.
