Those who crossdress on a part-time basis (as opposed to those who do so as an outlet for an actual feminine gender identity) pretty much always, I think, begin with the assumption that”she”is a role they put on and take off at will. The assumed struggle is to be convincingly female while she is in evidence given the life-long acculturation to the male role in society.
The flip side of that assumption being that their ability to be fully male when “in drab” is not in any danger of erosion. Whether the subject is his interests, his voice, his mannerisms, or whatever – 100% maleness (at least to the extent such traits were ever present) continue unabated. Perhaps the more committed dresser is willing to make certain aesthetic compromises, such as shaving some areas of the body, or getting a regular manicure, or wearing the hair a bit longer than they otherwise would have – but I don’t think that’s true of the majority.
But I have to ask – have you noted some bleed over from “her” into your male lifestyle? Maybe you are more obsessed with facial skin care than you used to be? Maybe you are more likely to enjoy a “chick flick”? Maybe you find the locker room joviality that reduces all women to sex objects to be either tiresome, or intriguing in ways you’d not have considered before? Maybe you’ve developed a much stronger sense of urgency about housecleaning or cooking (I know, gender stereotype alert, but lets be honest – it’s impossible to separate gender stereotypes from crossdressing).
Maybe it’s subtle mannerisms you’ve trained yourself to do in your feminine role and you catch yourself doing when in guy mode. Say the way you cross your legs or how much hip you put into your walk. The list of possibilities are long. Which in turn provokes consideration of whether you think your unaware friends have ever “read” some of your actions, comments, or attitudes in guy mode as feminine. And how did that make you feel if it has happened? To what extent are you passionate about keeping the aspects of your life separate, as opposed to being flattered that “she” got noticed, however unintentionally? I imagine for some it would be warm fuzzies, for others sheer panic.
[image by: Kerron]