This is a question I’ve thought about many, many, times since I told my wife I wanted to wear panties a year and a half ago. The more I’ve embraced my feminine side, the further down the rabbit hole I’ve gone. I honestly don’t know where it ends though I know transitioning isn’t for me. I’m actually happy being a guy too much for that, but how close to that am I willing to push the envelope?
Sometimes I can’t help but think it would be easier if I didn’t have these girly feelings. Without them, there would be no fear of family and friends who are too close-minded, finding out and distancing themselves from me. But at the same time, I really love this side of myself and find Jill to be both nurturing and in need of nurturing. There’s a lot of comfort in that. Maybe that makes sense and if it does, please explain it to me. In small words.