Darth Vader Envy

It’s funny how the crossdressing urge sneaks up on you.

I haven’t dressed for a few weeks, but packing my dresses away for winter gave me such a pang — “You miss me, don’t you?”

This morning, standing on the platform twenty minutes early, I saw a woman — long dark hair, denim skirt, ankle boots, black tights — and thought, “Lucky woman, she gets to go to work dressed like that.”

All around me were women in skirts, dresses, tights, boots, makeup… and there I was, in black trousers, black shirt, black raincoat, black shoes I'd dressed that way to intimidate a little in the work meeting that I was going to even the designer stubble and my hair shouted don't mess with this guy he's of Viking descent — Or more Darth Vader minus the mask and heavy breathing than leggy diva.

Observing the women on the platform, I felt a mix of envy and longing bubble up again.

But soon, I’ll have a Saturday all to myself (that's the plan in November 1 or 2 opportunities pencilled in when I should have a Saturday to myself for a few hours).

The dresses in the attic will come down, the makeup bag will open… and Darth Vader will transform back into someone far more fun and chilled.

And I cannot Wait!!

Davina