On Sunday I took my son for a trip on a steam train , we had an enjoyable day taking photos and talking to people who have the same interests in trains.
I felt at home amongst the railfans and I felt a sense of contentment in who I am.
Then it changed
A woman walked onto the platform wearing a short skirt with black tights and when I looked at her my mood suddenly changed to - -
- Jellousy
- Discontent
- isolated
- reconciliation that I can never be free of dressing in girls cloths.
Crossdressing was the furtherest thing from my mind and then it hit me like a ton of bricks.
Does this sort of thing happen to you ????
