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.

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