Looking back at my life, I could identify with that. As a young boy, I subdued the person inside me because it wasn't acceptable to my peers, my family and society in general. Only in secret could I clothe myself to be the person I was. As I got older, I had less and less opportunity and nearly convinced myself that I really was with others expected of me. I nearly convinced myself that my cross-dressing was something I could take or leave.

It wasn't until my wife caught me that it came to a head and I needed to deal with it and it was a two nearly three decade process to admit to myself that I wasn't just a casual cross-dresser and even longer to get my wife to accept that I was acceptable as a husband, with a woman inside and even longer for her to accept me clothing myself appropriately.

The freedom to express the me that I really am is precious.