There have been recent posts by the other contributors here on Kandi’s Land [Editorial comment: Trademark/Copywrite] on how deal with this side. I offer a different perceptive.
First, let me say that I am approaching the 30th anniversary of my 39th birthday (Jack Benny reference) and have known about this side since before the age of 9.
Unlike many of the other contributors here on Kandi’s Land, I rarely wear a dress, skirt, or bra in public. Almost only on Halloween. I rarely dress all the way including full makeup at home by myself. Never been a bar or club person and don’t drink much anymore. However, this doesn’t mean Cali is hidden from the world, existing only within the walls of my house.
I always had a few items around that I would hide and bring out when I was alone. I have always love nail polish, bras, and make-up. However, with kids, coaching teams, work, running “daddy’s taxi”, I had very little alone time.
Over 2 decades ago I had a very serious injury that changed how I look at life. It also changed my marriage. I have had other major injuries and surgeries as well. Over the years, doctors have suggested that I wear panties and heels. Now I wear panties, mostly VS thongs. Men’s shoes caused many surgical reconstructions, so I only wear women’s shoes and mostly high heels to reduce hip pain.
About 15 years ago, I couldn’t find the type of top I wanted in the men’s department of several department stores in a large mall. As I was leaving the mall, I saw the top in the women’s department and purchased it. That started my closet’s transition. I divorced my wife over other matters and converted a small room into a walk-in closet in the house I bought. And I bought more (women’s) clothes.
However, I had a dilemma, I have a public professional job, and more people know me than I know. I run into people that remember me all the time, so dressing totally en femme in public has been for only special events. Besides, I rarely drink. I also didn’t want to just dress up to do nothing.
My closet, not me, decided to transition. Many of my tops and almost all my pants have transitioned. I was getting pedicures with color and enjoying the pampering.
I decided to be ME and integrate my girl and boy worlds as much as I could. To embrace life and have fun with it: get my nails colored, wear high heels, etc., even occasional makeup, luv mascara/shadow.
I wear mostly clothes from the women’s section, short shorts, tight jeans, leggings, or bikini bottoms. I have many bodysuits, camis, sleeping tops, jackets, sherpas, etc. And I even have a few dresses and skirts, including a VS LBD that I hope to wear (rock) one day to something like Keystone.
Although I have no plans to transition, my closet already has.
You won’t see me out in public in a dress or skirt, but you might see me in skinny jean, knee high stiletto boots, bodysuit, and sherpa. Instead of dressing up once in a blue moon, I’m dressed every day and loving it. And at home maybe (much) more.
After thought. I have been surprised by how many cis women have come over at meetings just to compare nail color or look at my heels and tell me they wish that they could wear them too.