Well, there hasn't been much to report lately.
This past Tuesday was the Mid-peninsula Support Group. Since I had this week off from work, I decided to spend the whole day cross-dressed. It was great in that I was able to shop for a cocktail dress and pumps (thanks to Cindy James and vexing respectively for the tips) without getting odd looks (or feeling like I was getting odd looks).
I spent most of the day out of the house.
When I came home from the support group, a little after 10pm, my son was still up. He did a double-take when he saw me, and just said, "Okay." I wasn't sure what to say, so I just smiled and shrugged.
I'm sure this would have been a golden opportunity to talk with him about this, but I just wasn't sure how to proceed.
I was out with my wife yesterday. I was cross-dressed and we went to the Stanford University Museum. When we came home, our son was out but our daughter was home. She'd seen me cross-dressed before and like that other time, had no reaction at all other than to say, "Hi mom, hi dad" and ask us where we'd been.
My son is 21, and my daughter is 18. While things seem to be smooth and no big deal with her, I'm not so sure yet what my son thinks other than knowing he's told my wife he's not quite comfortable with it but he's not sure why.