Pauline, a thought provoking piece, as usual from you.
I seem to change my character and attitudes when I am dressed. I still, after all these years, get a buzz and thrill out of laying out my chosen outfit for the day on the bed, and taking my time in deciding what panties to wear, whether to wear hold ups or tights, do I wear my silk cami or nylon cami, 3inch heels or 2 inch, pencil skirt or flowing, longer style, the blonde wig or the auburn. This, of course, puts me in the mood for dressing, and the thrill of pulling on lovely silky panties, and the indescribable pleasure of rolling the nylons up my shaved legs. OK, I am not a woman physically, nor do I want to be, but I wouldn't changewho I am now for anything. Putting on my clothes also puts on my feminine persona. i love it!!
Pauline, as always, you bring the fresh air of reality. I agree with you totally and was really moved by the C-Word. I am a guy who gets off dressing in women's clothes and fooling around with others of a similar disposition, nothing more, nothing less. Yes, I wish I had been born a woman, but I wasn't. I do what I do because it pleases me. Women have it tough and I admire them so much, perhaps that's part of the reason I dress or maybe I'm being pretentious (probably).
I'm a bloke in a dress.
I've watched my Nan and my Aunt died from breast cancer. I've also watch my Grand-dad, dad and uncle died from lung cancer. Cancer sucks whatever your gender.
As much as I can understand the angle you speak from, there are those like me, that knew even with the "plumbing issues" who we are.
"C" took my grand parents, but that saying, if I had been born in the correct body I would not have complained. Even my clinical phyc at Leeds Gender clinic knew how deep seated a woman I am, I would have given anything for the things that cis women go through.
I am not a bloke in a dress
