My cats and dog love me - whatever

As I sit here writing this, my lovely wife is cooking my din-dins downstairs.

She isn't aware of my TG thing and because I think I know her after 20 years of marriage I think that she never will understand.

I was brought up in the 50's and I suppose your upbringing colours how you are for the rest of your life.

I wanted to be a girl ever since I was old enough to realise that I was different from them. I was a boy and that was that. I didn't know that there were thousands if not millions like me. I reluctantly concluded that the tooth fairy or Santa was not going to let me be a girl so that was that. All I could do was dress like a girl occasionally and accept that at least I can look like a girl and fantasize about what if...

Anyhow ever since I was old enough to be crafty and keep secrets, I have been dressing whenever I could get away with it.

Society does not accept the CD or TG lifestyle and ridicule us. Not so my cats and dog.

I am lucky enough to work from home and being in the country, I am able to get away with being dressed without 'being caught out'. My wife works all day and I can dress as I like during those times.

My cats, that's Biscuit and Ellie -Mae and my dog Gemma, quite often see me dressed and they don't go 'Oh My God' and hide their eyes behind their collective paws.

They accept me for what I am and don't judge.

I may be wearing a blond or brunette wig, a dress or top and skirt. It matters not a jot to them, they still accept and love me.

I might look hideous in that top I bought from Ebay, even though it looked fantastic in the photo, but do they care - nope.

I just wish that society was like my pets- non judgemental and accepting me for what I am.

Ahhh, that's better, of my chest and I can go have my beef stew with dumplings, nice when its cold enough to freeze your erm, ears off.

Hugs
Sue