Pink Fog

It is now nearly four weeks since my wife decided to move out, as well as all the other implications of this it did mean that I could now dress how I like when I like, of course with freedom comes responsibility so naturally I did not take this freedom to work with me!   On the other hand at weekends and evenings I could now do as I wish, and let’s be honest I did.

The pink fog came down in strength and every evening and all the free time during weekends would find me fully feminine, this is a freedom I have never felt before as before our marriage I was still very conflicted about the whole thing and constrained by both societal pressures and my own inexperience and lack of understanding.   Now if I wanted to dress for dinner I could, if I just wanted to change into something a little more casual and comfortable after work I could, oh yes and the satin PJs didn’t have to stay hidden away for nights when one or the other of us was away.

I fully expected that after a few days the fog would start to rise and I would only feel the imperative to be dressed occasionally.   As so often happens I was wrong!   Even this evening have got home after nearly 14 hours on the road I still felt the urge to get changed.   Being pretty tired and aware that I need to shower before bed, anyway I have resisted the temptation ~ so far.   I can’t help wondering if this will pass, or will the obsession continue and even grow?   Now I having started to walk this path I am a little nervous of where it may take me.

There is the old joke, “What’s the difference between a cross dresser and a transsexual?” answer “about three years”   Well it seems that I have already sacrificed a great deal on the altar of honesty, I wonder how much more I may be asked, or am prepared to sacrifice?