Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 17.

In the days that followed an interesting change in my lifestyle began to emerge. In hindsight I suspect this was something that was predictable, but at the time it all seemed like new ground. My life had become a roller coaster of new experiences, in so many ways, and amid that turmoil some of the more subtle shifts went largely unnoticed.

My typical day would start with me getting up and putting on a soft dressing gown, and pink fluffy slippers. Breakfast would be in my living room, rather than on the balcony where I had previously enjoyed a croissant or a bagel, some cream cheese and a coffee. With the big sliding doors open I could still enjoy the morning sunlight, but without the prying eyes.

Typically I’d work from home in the morning, so it was not unusual to wear some yoga pants, a tee shirt and beneath these I may wear a sports bra and panties. Sometimes the tee shirt would be replaced by a soft blouse, depending on my mood. Yoga pants might be switched up with tight leggings, or even one of the little skirts I’d found on pleasant shopping trips I’d make now and then.

Lunch was often with Steve at a nearby deli, which had a courtyard, and was spent in the summer weather in androgynous shorts and a shirt. No one would suspect that the mornings wear was so very different. I enjoyed a sense of invincibility, knowing my deception…