I’ve often felt it before I even open the closet. Not fear. Not shame. But something quieter, like a hand on my shoulder whispering, “This will end.”  Even as I pull on the tights, zip the skirt, or feel the familiar click of heels on the floor, there’s a shadow in the room. A tension. A subtle sadness.
I call it “Ending anxiety”.
It’s the stress or emotional weight that comes not at the end of a crossdressing experience, but right at the start, or even before. It’s the awareness that this moment is temporary. That the lipstick will be wiped off, the perfume will fade, and soon I’ll have to put it all away. It’s not just the sadness of taking off the wig, it’s feeling that sadness already, even as you’re putting it on.
Ending anxiety isn’t fear that something will go wrong. And while it shares roots with existential anxiety, it’s something more immediate. It’s the ache of impermanence. The pain of knowing you will have to let go, even as you’re just beginning.
For those who crossdress, especially in private or constrained settings, this emotional undercurrent may even be a constant background hum of “how long do I have?”. Whether it’s due to limited time, secrecy, or fear of being discovered, the experience is often bound by limits. These limits don’t just frame the experience, they creep into it, distort it, and sometimes smother the joy altogether. And your mind, trying to protect you, steps in too early and pulls you away before you’ve even had a chance to enjoy the moment.
When ending anxiety gets too loud
The tension may become more than just a passing feeling. It can quietly start shaping behavior in ways that undercut the experience itself.  Ending anxiety can lead you to cut corners on the experience, not because you don’t want it, but because the emotional cost feels too high.
“Why put on makeup if I have to take it off in 20 minutes?”
“Why wear the wig if I’m just going to feel sad when I take it off?”
You start to compromise joy in advance to avoid sadness later.  But what’s left is a hollowed-out version of the experience. A half-lived moment where self-expression is filtered, diluted, or skipped entirely. You end up feeling disconnected, unsatisfied, and even more disheartened afterward. The pain you were trying to avoid finds you anyway.
At its most intense, ending anxiety could even trigger purging, the emotional, often impulsive act of throwing away clothes, makeup, wigs, and anything else tied to crossdressing.  It’s not just about guilt or shame. Sometimes, purging is an attempt to escape the cycle of joy and grief entirely. The mind says, if this keeps hurting, maybe I need to stop doing it altogether. So you purge to end the inner conflict, to “clean the slate,” to feel control.
But the desire doesn’t leave. And when it returns, it’s often layered with more complexity – shame about the purge, regret for what was lost, fear of re-entering the cycle.  Ending anxiety doesn’t just haunt the moment, it can reshape your entire relationship to crossdressing.
Ending the anxiety
I’ve tried different ways to soften the sharp edge of ending anxiety. These aren’t fixes, but they’ve helped me meet the feeling with more clarity and kindness:
1. Naming it
Simply naming it, “Ah, this is ending anxiety”, gives me space to breathe.  It’s not weakness. It’s not overthinking. It’s a natural, human response to something beautiful and temporary.  When I start rushing or hesitating before dressing, I pause and ask, “What am I actually feeling right now?” The answer is usually, I don’t want it to end. And that’s okay.
2. Mindfulness in the moment
Mindfulness means slowing down and letting yourself be fully present, even in small ways.  Instead of racing the clock, I try to slow time internally.  The brushstroke of mascara. The tug of fabric. The way earrings feel against my skin. These details become small rituals that allow me to embrace the experience.
3. Creating an ending ritual
An ending ritual helps the experience close gently, instead of crashing into reality.  Instead of ripping it all off in a flurry of regret, I try to end with intention.  I fold clothes gently. I wipe off makeup slowly. If you keep a journal, write a sentence about what the experience meant, even as simple as “Today, I saw myself”.  It makes the end feel less like loss and more like closure.
4. Reframing the experience
I remind myself, it ends because it exists.  The very impermanence that hurts is also what gives the moment meaning. What begins must end, and that makes it sacred.  I tell myself, “This wasn’t lost time. It was lived time.” It helps me feel grateful, not robbed.
Final thoughts
Crossdressing isn’t just about appearance. It’s about identity, freedom, intimacy with the self. But like all intimate things, it can carry pain. Ending anxiety doesn’t mean that the experience is broken, it means that it matters. And when something matters, it’s okay to feel a little scared to lose it.
If the thought of losing it hurts, that’s not failure. That’s a sign, that you touched something true.  And truth, even when brief, is always worth it.
Did you ever experience ending anxiety? How did you handle it?
Tags: being true to yourself crossdressing experience crossdressing psychology
Intreasting prospective, Nora!
I’ve had that feeling after being enfem for four days. It was my very first event last year. The Atlanta Confort Conference. I was so in awe seeing girls like me there.
Then having to go home and be alone with my girly self. Having no girls like me around to hangout with.
This hobby of ours can be a lonely one. With many dry days and nights.
But there’s tomorrow!
Fran 🥰
@Fran LaRosa staying positive is the first step, and you’ve got that covered! ❤️
@noralisaÂ
 There’s never ending positiveness here in the Pink Fog! 🥰
I love these perspectives. Thank you for taking the time to author this.
Not confined to those who must “disappear" after a deadline. I often go 24/7 for weeks at a time, and, after church, brunch, and a movie, and with the prospect of waking up Monday and continuing en femme, I still feel pretty and just don’t want the day to end. That’s where I came up with train riding. I just sit there reveling for an hour or two, and by the time I finally get back to the station where I parked my car, I’ve gently resigned myself that this has been enough; I’m ready to end the day…
@Kendra Summer a very mindful ending ritual ❤️
For me, the anxiety came in cycles. Sometimes, it resulted in me stopping for some period of time but I have always come back.  After a while, it was replaced with anxiety when I went back to drab.  This was when I began to understand who I really am and I started to address the issue.
@Lauren Russell anxiety doesn’t have to be a bad thing, it can be a trigger to ask yourself questions. It helped me realize I’m looking for acceptance, by myself and by others. To feel the recognition that this is part of who I am.
@Nora Lisa That was certainly true in my case. When I had anxiety returning to drab, I started asking myself some serious questions about my gender which led me to where I am today.
Hello Nora..what you write is so true.. for me.. the constant fear of being ‘discovered’.. as I’ve told noone.. and keep it to myself. Today.. on advice fromChaptGTP – of all things – I joined crossdressingheaven.. and immediately felt better.. am happily sitting here – dressed to the nines.. with heels.. and enjoying the evening.. and my next steps are to learn more about makeup, hair and generally get myself to the edge of my first public femme experience removed link with.. i hope like-minded girls. I think that will help me bravely move forwards .. and eventually confide in… Read more »
@Femme Elegance hello FemmeE and welcome to CDH (and a big thank you to ChatGPT for referring you to here! 😉).
You’ll see there are many older ladies like you on this forum.
Even though I’m out to my wife, the fear of discovery is still on my mind too, so I understand what you feel. I hope you’ll find our support helpful in achieving your goals.Â
@Nora Lisa Hi NoraLisa.. yes.. with help from the girls/ladies here… I’ll take ownership of myself..just want to happy inside me…Love FemmeE
I felt that for a long,long time.It is why I dress everyday now and fulltime fat girl.Well try as much as I can be.I am happy where I am now.Going further I am not sure about.It really is odd.The more weight I have gained the more comfortable and confident I have become.Makes no sense at all.
Well said , connected with this on many levels . thanks for posting