I have an update. I had my son over all day Saturday, that night, and most of Sunday. Well, Saturday night after he fell asleep, I took a shower and got dolled up for the first time since I had bought the dresses, bra, panties, and wig. I had gone outside to smoke and went back in the room afterward to check on my son. It was a good thing I did because he had just woken up and was throwing up. Now there I was, looking like a woman getting him cleaned up and changed and getting the bedsheets changed. At first he was crying because of his throwing up, but I soothed him with the best female voice I could muster. It worked, so that was a plus for me. When he was calm, he looked at me with blank eyes like he couldn't figure out who I was, but he didn't fight me with changing him or anything, so I took that to be a little bit of another plus for me. After the bedding was changed and he was cleaned up, I laid down next to him so I could be there in case he would have to throw up again. Then came a negative on me. He didn't want to settle down, but kept getting up, looking at me, and then crying. Then another plus for me presented itself when I spoke to him in my normal voice and told him that I was his daddy and that I was just different. It was then that he calmed down. All in all, I think it went very well for quite the unexpected experiment that took place.