I've been Crossdressing off and on, mostly in private, for years.
I can't count the times I've sworn off dressing, tossed out my wardrobe, only to find the itch returning, for no apparent reason, a few months later.
Lately I've been in a fallow period, and during the day thoughts of crossdressing of have been noticeably absent.
The nights are a different creature altogether, as for the first time, at least that I can remember, crossdressing has been the main, in fact the only, subject of my dreams.
I spend my dreams in full femme mode, seemingly refusing to shed them for male attire.
The dreams are very enjoyable, and I sense how much pleasure I take from the simple act of wearing the clothes along with the thrill of being noticed, and I believe admired.
Although details of the dreams remain murky the sensual atmosphere created follows me to daylight leaving a warm glow and a deep, but comforting, longing in their wake.