Getting in touch with my inner tranny

We spent the weekend up in Derby with Shannon, Mini, Sophie, Thom et. al. and a jolly good time was had by all. As always it's great to catch up with those guys.

I didn't dress, but...

On the way up we stopped off in Grantham at one of those enormous ASDAs (that's Wal-Mart for overseas readers). It had a sizeable clothing section, and as I looked round I found myself having a strange thought:

Girls clothes are quite nice. I would like to wear them and look pretty.

Yeah I know what you're thinking, Transvestite in Wanting To Wear Girl's Clothes Shocker.

But the thing is, I've not had a thought like that in ages. I've always had fluctuations in my "levels of tranniness", but this current lull is of El Niño proportions. Sometimes I wonder if there's an end in sight.

That little thought was comforting. It was my Inner Tranny letting me know she's still there. It's funny to think that a few years ago I'd have probably the opposite reaction to discovering I'm not "cured" of TVism. Then I'd have been upset, now I'm reassured.