The last night I was potting around my flat fully dressed just doing the odd bit cleaning/washing up, half listening to the news on the box as you do. Then, as it was dark outside, I caught my reflection in the window. There I was dressed in a short skirt, high heeled boots, black tights and top. Full make-up and wig.
I stood there for a moment looking at myself thinking if anyone could see me now (which is hard as I'm on the 10th floor) they'd think how abused I looked. Then I burst out laughing at that thought, and had a fit of giggles for the rest of the night thinking about it.
Now before I would have run and got changed back into drab and become very down about the whole thing. But last night I kepted smiling and giggling to myself and I didn't go and change.
Ok I may look like a bloke in a dress but I've got bloody good pair of legs in a short skirt and boots
I suppose its shows I'm becoming more at ease with myself.