My wife’s boundaries keep shifting a bit. One step forward, one backwards. Today she was less than happy seeing me with my white blouse and bra underneath with the obvious forms on. She seemed ok with my skirt, hairless legs, pink tonails and wedges, but the bra and forms may have tipped her over the limit. Oh well, I may need to keep trying since unfortunately (or finally) this side of me is shouting to get out more and more... I just feel at peace when I’m Carolina...
