Duchess Elsa

I willingly admit that I love my girliness.  I love my current level of it, I love the potential of it, and I love sharing about.  My only regret is that I haven’t embraced it as well as I should have through the years of my youth.  I partially crossdressed and enjoyed that, but that wasn’t the same.  In some sense, a boy can be girly without ever crossdressing.  A boy can also crossdress without ever really being girly.  Girliness is more than wearing feminine clothing.  It’s more than getting made up and dolled up.  It really is more of a life than an isolated dress up session.  With that said, when a boy wears girly clothing and is also girly in his nature, then it all becomes something very special.  So, I enjoy crosdressing.  Is it really crossdressing if you’re not actually crossing over?  I guess that’s up for debate.  But I love being girly.  I love the freedom of walking feminine, talking less manly, and gesturing more like a woman would (or at least as we would stereotype it).  Add to that some girly clothing, and I’m over my neck in the most delightful way of expressing myself.

It’s all fun.  It’s all intriguing.  It’s sexy in some ways.  BUT, when it is your life, it’s all a love with yourself–a self-care if you will–as you love your girliness.

Much love to all of my girlies out there.  Never forget that you are very special and that you are special to me.

It shrinks, but the full change will take something more.  It’s there if you want to make that move.

“Since the time off isn’t there, I’ll have to reschedule until after we go to the conference in Atlanta!  Two weeks together in a distant city… Where no one knows who I used to b– who I am.  How could this have happened?”

“But… you’re the assistant and copying down the schedule is your–”