I had a very fun and interesting day on Saturday. Just a little background first. I'm married to a wonderful and supporting woman. I only dress about once a month, but I do it at home and with her full support and usually some participation too. I also have two daughters, 2 1/2 years and 9 months. My wife and I decided that we would not tell our daughters about Melissa and that we would avoid letting them see me dressed after they were 1 year old, figuring that they would not remember anything before that. Anyhow, that now requires my wife to take the kids out for the day to visit relatives when I'm going to dress, or sending the 2 year old to grandma's house for the weekend, which we do quite often. This past Saturday we had a "Melissa Day" planned but grandma was out of town and could not take my two year old. It was also snowing and I did not want my wife out driving on the slick roads with the kids while I was home playing dress-up. I volunteered to give up my dress up time, but my wife didn't want me to miss my planned day because the next few weekends are busy and I haven't dressed since early November. We decided that I would spend the morning in the bedroom with the door locked getting ready, as the girls would just think I was at work. After lunch, she would put the girls down for their usual naps and I could come out of the bedroom. Our plan was to wait until we heard the girls wake up, and then I would step out on the front porch, wait a minute or two, and then ring the door bell. My wife told the two year old that her friend Melissa was comming to visit. Let me stop and tell you a little about my two year old before I continue. She is a very smart and sociable little girl and she is also a "daddy's girl". She loves her daddy and sometimes crys when I have to go to work. I was not sure if she would recognize me or not and I was very worried about my voice as I don't have the femme voice down yet. However, my wife was confident that our plan would work. Anyway, to continue, I rang the bell and my wife let me in. It was a little difficult because I had to act like a visitor in my own home. My two year old was a little shy at first and hid behind her mom. I talked to her in a softer and slighlty higher voice and asked what her name was and tried to be friendly too her. My wife also reassured her that everything was ok. I was worried that she wasn't buying it, but it didn't take long for her to warm up to Melissa. After a few minutes she started showing me the toys that she got for Christmas and she wanted to show me her room. At one point she told me that her daddy was at work, so that put me at ease knowing she hadn't recognized me. We had a fun afternoon watching a movie and playing a board game together. One really cute thing happened too. My wife hardly ever wears make up and I don't think my daughter has ever seen her put any on. At one point during the afternoon, I pulled out my compact and lipstick from my purse, which I had taken with me to the door, and touched up my make up. My daughter was totally transfixed on me while I did this and when I finished she said "ooooo..pretty". My wife and I both thought it was so cute. Anyway, we eventually had some dinner and put the girls to bed. It was a fun day and I passed as a woman in front of my two-year-old. I don't know if I could do it very well in public, but my daughter didn't read me. We probably won't be able to do that much more either because as she gets older she will undoubtedly start to catch on. But it was a fun day on Saturday spending time with my wife and girls as Melissa .