Soon after I had suffered a second case of the dreaded whiplash, I began having the obligatory difficult conversations with my newly revealed crossdressing husband, “Michayla.” I was reading a book about crossdressing and I discussed a part of it with Michayla that I didn’t understand. The part in question talked about the author coming home from work in male form and beginning the long process of becoming his femme self in order to relax. It was something along the […]