There was a recent weekend where I had some things to get done. With Christmas coming there is the outside decorations that need to go up. My wife was out and about but my daughter was home. Candy could not come out to play. However, I have been wearing my thong panties under my clothes for a little while now. If I feel I may be caught I don’t wear them. Since my wife and I haven’t been intimate in a very long time, I worry less and less. Wearing something of Candy’s always makes me feel she is close. I also think a lot more like her.
I spent the day on Saturday cleaning the inside of the house as I had been away for the past few weekends and could not get it done. I am the “head maid” of the house as my wife gets quite angry when she cleans so I direct her to clean her room or her office area. She still gets angry, but she can’t get angry at anyone but herself. The carpets were vacuumed, the laminate floors were mopped and clean again, the surfaces were dusted and everything looked good again. I have a fair bit of pride in keeping my house as clean as it can be. This is a little bit of Candy’s thinking getting to be out and about. I even got the new spot for the Christmas tree ready. On Sunday, I wanted to tackle the outside decorating. That’s when I was struck down.
Not physically, but mentally. I stood in front of my closet looking at which t-shirt to throw on with my jeans and there was absolutely nothing I wanted to wear. Shirts I have worn a hundred times were just awful to me. My only thoughts were “Why can’t I just put on a dress?”. All I wanted to do was put on some warm leggings, winter boots with little heels, a dress and jacket and head outside and do exactly what I was going to do anyhow. I thought to myself “Who would notice?” “Who would care?”. Why is what we wear so gender specific? There are many ladies on this site who are gender fluid enough that it wouldn’t attract too many eyes or who live as their feminine selves (you GO girls!) all the time. But here in my suburban neighborhood, where most of us know our neighbors through a fence or a casual wave at the beginning or end of the day as we pull our cars to or from our driveways, people are nosey. They know who sort of lives where and how they generally behave, but they don’t really know them. It is these people who would notice a 290 lb man in a dress putting out the Christmas decorations. They would gossip and it would end up on the community Facebook page and then I’d have some explaining to do.
Why can’t we just dress how we want to dress? Society has formed tidy little boxes that say “Men” and “Women” and it’s full of clothes. Gender appropriate clothes. Anyone who picks from both is upsetting the norm (again, you GO girls!). I am simply not androgynous enough to pass without a lot of notice. It got me thinking that society needs a lot of changing to fully accept people as to who they are. But I also asked myself if society is set up to accept people as they fully are? Can society ever accept people as they fully are? I picture a board meeting at some plumbing part manufacturing place with the CEO in his $6000 suit, the CFO in his button down blouse, pencil skirt and black heels, the head of sales in his furry cat costume and some various other iterations of outfits and personal choice. It’s comical to a certain point, confusing to another and liberating to a third.
Of course this is judging society as a whole. Individual results may vary.
Staring at my closet of guy clothes I also realized I want to be him even less now than ever. I hardly have enough women’s clothes to fill this small closet, but I’d find a way of filling it over time with lovely dresses, skirts, blouses, shirts and the like to make me feel happy and confident.
Until laundry day.
Thank you girls for taking the time to read my article!
And now if you have a few moments, I would love for you to either leave a comment pertaining to either my article or offer up and answer to one or more questions listed below:
- What is your wife’s acceptance level of your thrill of cross dressing?
- How many restrictions does your wife or SO place on your ability to cross dress?
- Have the restrictions your wife or SO imposed on you changed over the past few years?