I just had to get this off my chest somewhere:

I am a crossdresser, and have been for many years, yet I've not been dressing up in a long while. Tonight, however, I suddenly had an urge to do it again, and so I got all dressed and dolled up as much as I could, and I felt this great knot I had been carrying in my stomach disappear, and I felt lighter than I had in years.

Later tonight I went out for a quick stroll around the block and back home. I didn't meet anyone while outside, but the risk of being outside dressed as a woman was frightening and exciting all at once, and my heart was racing when I finally stepped back inside.

Be who you are, and don't deny yourself the smaller pleasures in life.

Best regards,
Emie