I cannot wrap my head around the compulsion to go out in public. I am challenged to shop and have an indoor only wardrobe. My costume store wigs are only good enough for private photo sessions and I could never discretely store even the most basic of wardrobes. No complaints, that is my lot in life as far as my dressing goes. True, we make our own opportunities but the making part has bigger hurdles for some of us.
I have underdressed with ear studs, rings and some subtle makeup and got some femme items, makeup and panties. I?m in line next to a guy who looks like an NFL lineman and the clerk starts telling me how pretty my rings are. That was flattering in a way but also scary as this is a small town and the dollar store is within walking distance. A neighbor catches wind of something like that and it?s all over town.
My dream is to get a presentable wig and wardrobe, make friends who can serve as wing girls and get a room somewhere out of the area. The realities knock me back to earth. There are no support groups where I live and I avoid driving into the cities where that sort of thing exists. There is an urge to try it but I am a long ways and much expense from being able to do that.
