I'm one of the guys that when I am in regular drab mode, I always carry a pocket knife. The one of choice is of a good quality and slides into my back pocket and has a clip to hold it in place providing easy access when needed.
So, the other day I had a chance to spend a few hours as Molly. When I got dressed and ready to go out I transferred my stuff to my femme wallet and purse and headed out. After some time in the shops and having lunch, a pleasurable day, I went home and got changed and cleaned up, put all my stuff away before the wife or anybody got home.
The next day I couldn't find my pocket knife. Looked everywhere I might have left it and was afraid I had lost it.
It was about three days later I was still trying to figure out where I might have left and it dawned on me and I said out loud, "I left it in my purse!" I was a little surprised, guess I'm not really accustomed referring to "my purse" while in guy mode. I don't normally put my knife in my purse but did for some strange reason.
I guess its just honest reality that as much as I need and desire the femme side of live, there is still a guy in there somewhere. But, the knife was recovered it and all is well.
Molly