Up until now, I have had the feeling when I dress up enfemme that "you're a guy putting on a dress". Who are you trying to fool. It has never been a bad feeling, and sometimes has given me just a little element of thrill when I do get ready to go out, as if it is a naughty act of defiance to the world. Recently though, that feeling has gone away and I look at my body (even with full birth given xxxxx) as the proper body for my feminine clothing and presentation, makeup and the rest. No naughtiness in the feeling, almost a "so what, who were you fooling before?" thought. Who was I fooling before? Well I did get read by a bookstore clerk! I didn't fool him, or did I? I think I did fool him, but not for the reason that seemed most obvious. He thought I was a crossdresser!! Yep, I fooled him, and me too. I thought I was a crossdresser at the time, but now I have my doubts. What am I, and why do I miss the little thrill I used to have. Now the clothing is just mine to wear. Is that a sad thing for a crossdresser?
I know that sounds pretty circular, but have any of the rest of you had a "moment at cusp" where a major change in your TG position came up? The real single moment came when I got back from the laundromat earlier, and was hanging up both my girl and boy outfits, and just looked at all of it as if seeing it for the first time.
