Many an experienced crossdresser will tell you that it’s not all music and roses – being a woman takes hard work, courage and a lot of patience. Many of us endure almost any discomfort for even a fleeting feeling of femininity. But there are those days when being a woman can get so frustrating you just want to scream.
You’ve laddered your second pair of pantyhose and then spilled makeup on your best white blouse. You overtweezed one eyebrow and in an effort to even them out both eyebrows are in a race to extinction. Your heel broke, your nail polish smudged and you emerged from shaving looking like a wounded warrior.
*sigh* Sometimes you think it might just be easier being a guy. Now is your opportunity to vent a little – go to http://www.crossdresserheaven.com/what-do-you-dread-most-about-crossdressing/ and let me know – what do you dread most about crossdressing?
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Cleaning up the mess when I'm done. Everything has to be back to normal, if and when someone else walks in.
ah well, although i seldom get the chance to wear makeup in my world, tis what i wear underneath that allows me to seldom if ever go back to boy mode! i always wear panties under my girly jeans,and usually a bra as well.mainly because i haven't owned any boys undies or jeans for a few decades. it all feels right to me and always has. so i guess i'll keep on keepin on! be well, no matter what!
I am a 65 year old CD and out of my 65 years, I have had only8 years to enjoy being who I am inside. On one, including my wife of 23, around me understands how I am hurting inside to have the chance to be the person I am inside, if only for a few hours per week. I have hit the breaking point too many times and ended up throwing all of my material things away that made me feel like the woman inside. I have no one to talk to and it is killing me inside. I know I’m not alone, and I feel for all that are walking in the same shoes I am. Vickie
I am a 65 year old CD and out of my 65 years, I have had only8 years to enjoy being who I am inside. On one, including my wife of 23, around me understands how I am hurting inside to have the chance to be the person I am inside, if only for a few hours per week. I have hit the breaking point too many times and ended up throwing all of my material things away that made me feel like the woman inside. I have no one to talk to and it is killing me inside. I know I’m not alone, and I feel for all that are walking in the same shoes I am. Vickie