One Leg In

I shaved one leg yesterday. I wanted to shave both but ran out of time. It's the biggest cross-dressing thing I've done since starting this blog. I feel ashamed.

I thought it might be an interesting experiment to see how long it takes for my shaven leg to look normal again.

That's not why I shave my leg though. It's getting colder and I usually shave my legs when it's cold. I have since my university days. It's easy to hide girly legs when it's cold.

But back to my experiment. Could I turn a hiccup up into a learning opportunity?

Unfortunately I shaved the other leg later too.

Hard Work

Yesterday I really wanted to dress up. It had been a busy day with loads of thinking time and when I finally got home I was pretty well focused on the idea. Luckily I had a massive amount of chores to do. Dishes, rubbish, other writing commitments and church meetings. This kept me out of the closet.

Today I feel relieved. I've pushed through some temptations and made it on to the other side. You have to take these things as they come, you can't just change over night.

The lesson here is that hard work helps. "The devil makes work for idle hands" is a truism we should never forget. Besides, a man should be the provider.

Is It Worth The Danger?

Cross dressing is dangerous. Mortally dangerous even! You might lose friends or family, lose your job, be beaten, ridiculed or murdered. We should make no assumptions about how people might accept us since many won't.

Is it worth the risk? I'd love to hear what you think.

It Gets Better

When I was a young cross dresser and realizing that what I wanted to do wouldn't go down well with other people, I felt that I was trapped. I wanted to dress up. People were judgmental. There was nowhere to turn. I didn't know if things would get better or worse.

Now, some years on, I can see that things do get better. I'm married to a wonderful lady who never accepted my dressing and I've worked hard to be a better me without cross dressing as a crutch.

That doesn't mean I don't want to dress up. Heck, I even shave my legs from time to time and have two dresses hanging in my cupboard. But I don't wear those dresses. For me there's a comfort to having them around and a growing joy that I don't need to wear them. Also, I feel happy knowing that my taste for clothes has become less slutty and more "normal".

So things do get better. I know many trannies would say that accepting themselves as cross dressers has made them happy, but I'm not convinced. I don't think the world is an easy place for a normal person to navigate, much less someone dressed as the opposite sex. By giving up the frock and heels you become a better man. I think, especially if you can sympathize with other trannies without judging them. Cross dressing is tough! I still don't know why dressing as a girl appeals to me, but it does. Luckily I can choose what I want to do with it.

Do Some Good In Heels

So for those of you still intent on wearing heels, why not do some good and support the cause against breast cancer by buying these heels. They certainly are an interesting colour. Unfortunately only available up to a US size 10 for men.

I read you!

I was in Tokyo yesterday and got to do some sight seeing. What I didn't expect to see was not one but two men en femme. One was Asian and the other American or British or some such. The funny thing was that the European one saw that I read her/him and probably panicked a little. I wonder what she/he thought I was thinking?

I must say I was surprised. I've been cross dressing for ages now but never seen an actual cross dresser besides myself in actual life. Questions exploded into my head:
How do you go to the toilet? Surely you're invading real woman's privacy?
Do you think no one can tell? Does the silence of those around you equal acceptance?

I really want to reiterate that I'm not here to judge. What works for someone is up to them, I'm looking for what works for me. The experience reminded me why I don't want to be an "out" cross dresser and why I want to outgrow my dressing urges. I want my wife to be proud that I'm on her arm and not a black mark she has to hide.

Read/reading: when you recognize someone isn't of the gender they're intending to portray.
Out: if your family and friends know you're a cross dresser.

Tough Choices

You and I both need to make a choice. Lipstick or the tie? Sissify or Man Up? It's not my place to tell someone who likes cross dressing that they should put away the frock, rather, this blog is aimed at people who, like me, want to beat cross dressing in their own lives. There may be plenty of people out there who say it can't be done, but I'll wager there have been many success stories that, because of the stigma associated to cross dressing, have never been told. So, tell me, what's your choice? What successes have you had?