So I woke up with that deep urge.
The weather here has finally cooled so I can now wear my favourite nighty my wife bought me in the before times.
My wife went out shopping and back problems meant I stayed home.
I couldn't sleep so I tried on the clothes and lipstick I was going to wear.
I felt I needed to give myself a good jilling so O got my toys out.
To be clear, this wasn't a fetish thing, I just needed a relief.
It was pretty satisfying event but not the leg vibrating exhilaration I envisaged.
I cleaned up and went back to bed to relax my back.
After lunch, I chickened out.
My wife forbade my going out crossdressed even though I have been stealthily doing it for months.
But then I thought about it more. Where is the safest place I can dress? I'm already out to my psychologist so what's the big deal.
So I left the house with a tiny back with what I needed. I changed bits on they way.
As I planned before, blouse, jeans, flats with tinted moisturiser and lipstick.
It's a short walk from the shopping centre to the office. I stopped for a leak and to get my lipbrush out for a final contour.
I was shaking as I sat in the waiting room.
But wow.
My psychologist is such a cool lady.
No reaction to my appearance but a simple acceptance that something has changed.
I have issues with visual things so I asked for a photo
It wasn't pretty.
Anyway, the session went well, centred around gender, cding, gender, and more gender, which is a long way from where we started.
I came home almost forgetting my lipstick, it was kind of neutral, but my wife had tidied up "my room,"
My girl and guy stuff are neatly folded together. I know there are things she hasn't seen before.
Small steps.
I can't let europhia destroy the only thing in my life that matters.
