Returning to boy mode always makes me sad. It's easier if I know I'll have another day en femme in the near future, but even taking a break for an hour or two -- like, say, a trip to the office -- feels like a major imposition. Even in the week-long stints I've enjoyed the last year or two, I have never reached the end of the week and said, "Thank God I can stop wearing women's clothing for awhile." Instead, it takes me a week or two to stop sighing when I put on even the most colorful items from the boy side of my wardrobe.
