More often than not, my conversion is often in the car, either in a parking lot, or in transit. Wig, back into the storage box, jewelry into my Sephora bag where I keep it, remove makeup with wipes, change into boy clothes, enter house with all stuff in a gym bag.
In other words, not very memorable but the function of having an adult son living with us and a wife where I don't really want her to see me dressed.
