I definitely act different while dressed. Just the act of dressing makes me truly excited with anticipation for the feel of sexy, tight-fitting womens' attire. (Trembling hands while appling mascara is a given. I had spent 50 years of my life trying to get into womens' clothing (if you know what I mean), now I actually want to wear those threads. When I am finally primped to my satisfaction, my posture is better, my movements are slower, even my mind is calm and enjoying the moment. I become a woman in my mind, and I savor every second of it. Don't misunderstand: I love being a male, but I very much enjoy the prep and sensation of becoming a woman.
