We were discussing various things several days ago and my wife was trying to get a grip on why exactly I was dressing. I stumbled around a bit with the wording, I didn't want to compare it to taking a hit, wouldn't know how that feels anyway. I explained that when I dressed, did good makeup, put on a wig, and looked in the mirror I didn't see myself, with just a little imagination on my part I could see a beautiful woman. I told her it melted my heart and sent an electric shock right into the pleasure center of my brain. I went on to tell her that I just found it incredibly fun and interesting.
Just the other night we were talking about things and some issues my wife was working through. She told me she wished she had something like I had, "what do you mean?" I asked. She was jealous of my dressing, she wished she had something that excited her like that.
