Where is the Washing machine?

We were watching tele and caught the end of a who-dun-it. It involved the death of a rugby coach and he was murdered for being a cross-dresser or transgender maybe. The interesting thing was that he under-dressed when out and about in BoB mode. He kept his transgender side completely private, but I guess somehow, something showed – but as we didn’t see the whole thing I don’t know how it had happened. A comment was made that it is common for transgenders to underdress as it is the easiest feminine thing we can do, and usually perfectly unnoticeable. I had a sneaky glance at Jay, but she didn’t seem to put two and two together, and wonder if I do it.

If you have read some of my older posts, then you know I do underdress. Winter is a fab time for underdressing, as thick jumpers hide blouses and teeshirts very nicely, and baggy trousers hide tights and nylons. The big problem occurs when your partner is pathologically against anything feminine getting anywhere near you. Underdressing is easy – washing everything isn’t. Handwashing them is quite effective in the short term, but things need a good turn in the machine every so often.

I can only throw things in the washing machine when there is a very good chance that I can get to it first when it has finished, which means Jay has to be on an errand or busy in the hobbies room. This means I have to have a ‘dirty cupboard’ for clothes waiting for a wash. and also that I don’t wear things for more than a brief period, so they are still actually quite clean.

Isn’t life fun.! I am however blessed with a family that I adore and I would so like to share my real self with them, but as I’ve said before, my love for Jay and the status quo is stronger than my love of self. It’s my choice, and I try to make the best of it, and on the whole, life is good.