Like many here, I wear women's clothing on a regular basis but I make sure that the whole thing is very subtle. I do so especially in the winter; smooth slacks, hose, girdle, discreet blouse, and zippered low-heeled boots (when wearing these last, I have to consider whether or not I'm going some place where I'll need to take my boots off--I don't necessarily want to show off my painted "purties" to everyone
). The only time I do the male clothes thingie is when, like today, I'm going to my father's place.If I could, I'd purge my male clothes; there's enough female clothing that's wearable by men without any "offence to society" (including jeans and shirts) that I'd see no reason to keep any male clothes. My SO and I have recently come to an agreement whereby we've given each other access to each other's wardrobe (we wear roughly the same size clothing). Although this has been a boon for me--she has some fab hip-hugging jeans and cute blouses--she says that she wouldn't touch most of my female clothing with a ten-foot pole
(except for my bras, which fit her better than her own--go figure!).Back in the early 90's, I was in a relationship for several years with a woman who made the decision to purge my male clothing for me. Without going into, uh, sordid details, she was the one who, shall we say, wore the pants in our couple. What had started out as little bedroom "feminization' games eventually became the norm in other areas of our relationship and she easily took charge of my appearance by insisting that I keep my body shaved, that I always wear makeup (albeit a very subtle touch of it), and by eventually getting rid of all my male clothes. And I mean all of it. For a period of about four or five months (during which I also learned what it meant to do "maid service" for her and some of her friends), I had nothing more masculine to wear than back-zippered polyester slacks.
I'll tell you, folks, it's not all it's cracked up to be, this 24/7 thing. Especially if your own volition is taken out of the equation. The strain of "having to be feminine" (so to speak) introduced fractures in our relationship that eventually led to our separating. She was disgusted with the fact that, as she put it, I didn't have the courage to pursue my own convictions (this, despite the fact that I tried to make her see the difference between convictions and fantasies).
Anyway, today, I take a more subtle approach. My SO is slowly (uh, very slowly) coming to enjoy the way I poke fun at gender-related sartorial conventions. For instance, we keep our toenails polished the same colour and often wear matching pantyhose (like me, she's a big fan of the DIM brand). It's a lot more fun when both people are enjoying themselves.
So, all this to say that, sure, I'd probably purge my male clothes, tentatively, maybe. If mores eventually relaxed a bit in the future regarding sex-appropriate clothing, it'd become easier to do so, I'm sure. As it is, though, all the jeans (and some blouses and pantyhose) I now wear on a regular basis used to be Rina's.
Heh. She's a little miffed by this but, hey, she's bought herself a couple of new pairs that she's very happy with (and they do, indeed, look stunning on her).Love,
CJ
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