When the quarantine started, over ten weeks ago, I began dressing 100% of the time as my alter ego feminine self: ‘Donna’. I’m retired, single, in my mid 60’s, a quarantined crossdresser and I’m bored. It’s been more than two months of ‘sheltering in place’ seclusion and I’ve been having unsettling thoughts that I’ve never had before. Maybe that’s normal as you age. What is not normal is I’ve begun wondering what a physical relationship with a man would be like. Maybe it’s a ‘getting old’ phenomenon.