Molly and The Kid

So, my daughter has a daddy who has two modes. There's regular daddy who wears a hat and is ruggedly handsome, and there's pretty daddy who wears a wig and is, well, pretty. Regular daddy is the daddy default setting, and the one that she sees most of the time. Pretty daddy is like a bonus mode, an alternate costume code that you can input and have daddy with pretty hair and cute shoes and makeup. A temporary upgrade if you will. While mostly fun, this has created a kind of strange dynamic in our house. Not for The Kid, who at eight months old doesn't really know there's a difference between daddy and pretty daddy, but for me. I'm starting to get concerned about dressing and if/how all this pretty is going to affect her.

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.