Mature manhood: that means to have rediscovered the seriousness one had as
a child at play - Nietzsche
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Dig, if you will, the picture (excuse the quote from Prince.) I'm home alone
about ten hours a day, no one to see or criticize what I do. So, what does a
crossdresser when no one will be home for hours; why, dress up of course! And
dress I did. Over the course of the two or so years, I built up quite the
wardrobe: skirts, blouses, a couple dresses and shoes, lots of shoes. I wound
up with about twelve pairs of pumps, most with a one and a half inch heel, a few
with a two and a half inch heel and one pair with a three and a half inch heel.
I had them in red, black, brown, blue and antique gold (I really like shoes and,
as a result of dressing for two years straight, I became very comfortable and
adept at walking in heels. I still am.)
Every day I'd get dressed for work. I was in heaven. The one time in my
life that I truly felt most comfortable with myself. Instead of being distracted
by being dressed, I found that I was more productive! It just felt
right! I would stay dressed for the day and then go drab for when my wife
came home. Eventually, worked up the nerve and I just stayed dress when she came
home. She was a bit taken back the first time, but not completely shocked. She
seemed ok with me dressing at home. I should have been thankful for that, but,
putz that I am, I had to push things.
