Not really a POW moment, more little PFIZZZ moments where I look at my body clad in female attire and there's a fleeting feeling of disbelief, that this can't be me I'm looking at, a disconnect between my male inner self and female outer shell that is dizzying, even intoxicating. I'm craving for this feeling, it's one of my drivers for dressing.
Also, the first time I put on a wig, I went to the bathroom and failed to turn on the light switch for a second. At this moment, in the backlight from the corridor's light, I saw a dark, tall female figure in the mirror of the bathroom, a silhouette with a very unusual hair and body shape. For a second I did not connect that figure to myself, it felt like a stranger had entered the small room, with an actual, a strong human presence just in front of me. Like I just met my doppelganger. A kind of out of body experiment. Very unsettling, although not in a dark way.
