Walking Away From My Male Side

I feel like I'm moving, ever so slowly, from one place to another.  Dressing used to be just purely sexual. Then, I moved to exploring my inner woman. (With plenty of help from all of you!).

Lately, I've been feeling the transformation within myself. I've been for drives dressed and was no longer excited or scared, but calm. I thought about being pulled over, and thought, "So what!  I'm who I am."  My last drive I wore a bra and panties set with leggings and a cute tip.  It was daylight and I didn't go to some remote park.  I just got out in a nice area and walked.  I still look like a man, but in women's clothes.  Yet, walking I felt not man or woman, but somehow calm and whole. I notice how wearing a bra connects me with someone deep inside myself.  The straps, the pads, the cups, I've needed them.

I used to have trouble trying to sleep as a woman.  It's funny but what works is placing my male clothes where I can get them safely I guess. Neatly folded on my dresser.  This weekend I tried sleeping in a satin nightie and cute panties.  I slept so soundly and woke a few times feeling not stimulated but soft and wonderful; I rolled and reveled in the feminine softness.  I'm not sure why but when I made coffee in the morning  I felt the need to change back to male clothes.  I hated going back.    The next night for whatever reason I wore my male clothes to bed.  I hated the feeling.  So, I slipped into my satin nightie and panties.   Once in my lovely and soft womanly nightie I fell fast alseep.  I woke a few times feeling the slinky straps of my nightie.  I felt the bareness of my shoulders.  I had to pull the soft satin back over my boobs a few times and it felt so pretty.   I felt the firm and smooth fit of my panties. I felt calm and relaxed and like a dream.  This morning I stayed as a woman.

Something is changing for me.  I'm both scared and wanting more.  I learned that putting my male clothes nearby for safety allows me to walk away from my car and feel wonderful, to spend a day in a sweatshirt dress and panties and just read, and to cross a threshold within myself to sleep and wake as a woman.