The other day I was showing my very best friend this new pair of jeans my mother gave me. He asked me, "Dude, what do you do with your junk when you wear those pants?" This made me laugh, and so, much to his discomfort and my amusement, I told him. (Not in great detail, don't worry. Haha )
This made me happy because a) it was funny and b) until now he hadn't shown any interest at all other than discomfort in my femme endeavors.
But this also saddened me because although he knows I wear girl's clothes, I don't think he even thinks of me as a crossdresser and I haven't told him I'm transsexual. It's going to be hard...