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17th February- commenting on dresses on tv

I have for a while now tried, when watching tv with my wife to occasionally mention that I like the dress a woman is wearing in the show or how she has her hair or on her makeup. 
For me, there is the classic trans feeling of both being attracted to a woman and wanting to be her, and that is where a lot of these thoughts come from. 
This seems to have been established as a safe conversation area in our relationship now and we will often talk about outfits women are wearing and what we like about them or the sort of body shape they would suit. 
She doesn’t seem to notice that I have perhaps an unusual level of knowledge about female clothing for a man to have. We were watching something the other day where a character was getting ready to surprise her husband for date night and I said why is she wearing a bra with an overbust corset, which is not knowledge that I would be expected to have. 
As an aside, someone did once work out my secret in this way. I was away on a work trip and one of the women needed to get some tights as she hadn’t packed what she needed so we took a detour to shop for some. I asked what she needed in terms of colour, denier, gloss/matte and she just asked me outright. Made for an interesting conversation over dinner anyway. 
But my interest in women’s fashion doesn’t seem to have made my wife suspicious, she actually seems to like talking about it. 
Who knows, maybe she does know about me and this is a way of gently exploring my feminine side together. 
Or maybe it’s just me wishing that. 

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