I love the analogies! I will admit, I feel that way, too. So far, my ability to dress has been confined to mostly safe spaces (support group, therapist, Gender Journeys meetings), although when I go to Gender Journeys, I must take a train (about an hour's ride), and I change in the washroom on the train as soon as I get on, so for most of the train ride and the subsequent subway ride, I'm Me, out in public, in an uncontrolled setting. And I took last Friday off and went shopping with a friend, again as Me. That was really marvelous. But my wife and kids have not seen me dressed yet, which means when I'm going somewhere where I will dress, I need to bring everything in a duffel bag (it used to be a backpack), and that's really starting to get annoying. The bag has to be big enough to contain my breastforms, purse, whatever I'm wearing, shoes (or boots), overcoat, etc., and to contain everything I'm wearing in "boy mode" when I'm dressed. And I have to lug it around everywhere. And I only have about 15 minutes or so to change, in either direction, which makes putting on makeup (and bra, gaff, panties, pantihose) a real "drag" (sorry, pardon the pun). I'm thinking I will soon have to put my family on notice that sometimes, I'll need to dress at home before I go out, so I don't have to lug this huge bag around - MOST unladylike...