I neglected to mention the times when after a “big boys weekend” at the family holiday home “by the sea” with one of my fishing mates, come late Sunday afternoon when he would return home, I would be left on my own for the Sunday night Monday morning. (My company seniority allowed for this!!)
So after showering off all the “fishy smells”, I’d spent the evening and early morning wearing lovely silky lingerie, bra, forms and dressing gown.
Change back to “male me” after breakfast and head back home.
Same thing occasionally when I would be solo for the weekend and attending community group meetings.
We had lovely sea views, but when in Caty mode I had the place sealed up. Cos the neighbours had these views as well as bieng able to see into the living room/kitchen.
Happy (anywhere) dressing