Paulette, your thoughts made me smile. Thank you. Ah, yes the morphing or perhaps better described as the revealing changes me in this way. Perhaps like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon; the rose from the bud, upon dressing I am able to reveal the feminine that is there all along, not as something foreign or absurd to me, but as someone I am truly meant to be.
To be sure I love the emotions unloosed and the feminine energy released by something as subtle as facial skin care or spritzing perfume. Never mind full dressing. But then don’t we all love this? Is this not at least in some way, to some degree why we dress, risking exposure and it’s inherent negative consequences? I think so.
I love having a feminine essence. Though fraught with challenges I have no desire that I ever lose it or be “cured.” I appreciate my own unique womanhood. Though packed away in the bud of maleness at the moment, just the thought of having the potential in heart to willingly embrace and live out my own femininity when the time is mine to blossom excites me. Yes, feminine expression in whatever form I find for that expression changes me mentally and emotionally into a person I find much easier to love and who I long to be 24/7.
I can not explain it any better than that, but if one has experienced it no more explanation is needed. It is one of those things in life that can not adequately be explained, it simply needs to be experienced.