Oh Yeah.

I wore a pair or cotton panties to work the other day. If you read my post on March 18, you will know what that means. As I drove, my paranoia grew. Every driver was a threat, but I loved wearing my panties. as I bent over to lift things, My panties reminded me they were there. I was back. The comfort I felt was overwhelming. I remembered who I am, and I didn't care that my panties might be seen.

My gender issues are overcoming my fear. If I were thin, I would already be out, but the next step is to shave my beard.

                                        Love to ya, Francine