Cross-dressing

Ages since I wore a trouser during the week. I usually keep this for weekend when I get my man side out of the blanket. And here I was today, dressed in trouser, white shirt and wet. It’s hilarious to think that I can cross-dress any time without any issue, but my male friend can’t even think about putting on a skirt without fear and trembling of the metamorphosis. Could this be a remnant sign… would that mean “being a woman” is not that good… though the comfort of a skirt does not need to be explained. Ask the Scottish and their kilt… wait a kilt is a skirt, and a kilt is not cross-dressing… hum… thinking…