Hey Jane,
My doctor prescribed compression socks too.
I find my desire for feminine things causes me trouble. I tell myself I won't buy women's things today, then for instance go to a "safe" hardware store. In one case I took a route through the pool isle, and my eyes were attracted to a sweet, hot pink top. They didn't sell bathing suits (safe I thought), but they did sell sun protection t-shirts. It had sweet very short sleeves, and was made with two shades of pink ... I ached for a top like that I had seen boating before. It was too small, but I couldn't stop myself from taking it to the cashier. Yes, it is to die for.
Well, when I went to a "safe" sports medicine shop for compression socks a new very young women took me to a table and showed me their selection from a catalog. She made the mistake of showing me everything, including some sheer compression socks. They were women's but it wasn't too obviously shown to be. I couldn't resist selecting sheer black. She got just a bit flustered, and tried to steer me to the thick black type. I said I wanted something cooler and pointed to the slightly sheer ones. She was embarrassed, but completed the order. When they came in there was just a hint of discomfort with me taking them. Another "safe" shopping moment ended with me buying women's clothing.
Yes they were so nice, and just dark enough that no one, even my wife seemed to suspect. I find the demon, well the she devil, or more honestly the terribly repressed girl in me demands some gesture of additional recognition, from time to time, or she will melt down. As I tell myself I can resist the transition I desire before it becomes public, knowing I wouldn't be passable enough to feel free, I still find her pushing me till I watch myself take another small step. It's not that resistance is totally futile, but it only buys me time enough to get over the mental hurtle of the next step. It's scary, like being pushed onto a ride you were afraid of as a child. She only gives out temporary feelings of peace and happiness as a reward for compliance in becoming more and more fully her. No place is safe, and no level is the last as she pulls me along ... sweetly, patiently, but uncompromisingly.
Lauren