Halloween

I don't even have the energy for a smart-ass or clever title to this post. The Wife and I are gearing up for Halloween. I'm going full on as a woman character, and I'll be all CD-ed up from wig to heels. I'm more anxious and jittery about going out tonight to the few parties we have than I was the first time I stepped out into public as Molly. I can't say why. I don't know what I think will happen. I just think I want everything to go just right so much that I'm on pins and needles. Of course, I don't know what will constitute just right until after we get home and I see whether it happens or not. I guess I'll let you all know.

Would You Could You Here or There?

Would you could you anywhere? Good question. I'm talking, of course, about going out en femme. For the past few weeks I've spent at least one day a week flouncing around the greater Metro Area as Molly. Good idea? Hard to say. Monday night, after I had my most public outing, I was hanging out talking to my wife about it and she was voicing her concern that I be careful. Not careful that I not get recognized, but careful that I not get the shit kicked out of me. She said she was happy that I was having such positive experiences, but that she wanted me to be careful. I can dig that. I want me to be careful. What does that mean though? For me at least, it means being subtle, being smart, and choosing my battles.

Rock Out with my Smock Out

So, I've been dressing for about four years now. At first it was just underdressing, rocking panties and camis and stockings under my typical hard-wearing guy clothes. This proceeded for a couple of years, with me building a pretty respectable collection of delicate underthings, then my daughter came along and bam!...my first major purge. After the kid came along, I didn't dress for a few months, and didn't tell my wife or my shrink, both of whom knew about Molly, that I'd taken all my stuff to the Salvation Army. When I told them, their reactions were pretty much the same: "Well, that's silly. What'd you do that for?" So I started again, and it wasn't long before I'd gone completely down the rabbit hole...

Intro with Heels

Hi there. My name is Molly, and I'm a crossdresser. Well, of course that's not my real name, but it's what you can call me. Why Molly you ask? Well, I'm a huge nerd, a professional nerd if you will, and Molly is the name of one of my very favorite characters in science fiction literature, Molly Millions.

So what's all this about then, this self-indulgent little bit of bloggy navel gazing? Well, I'm pretty new to crossdressing, although not a total noob, and I guess I just needed someone to talk to, sooooooo... I guess you're it Internet! It's here that I'll share my thoughts, feelings, and anxieties about crossdressing, shopping, being out and about en femme, and how dressing affects my relationship with my wife, my daughter, and my friends. Stay tuned, this should be interesting.