Life as a cross-dresser must be unnerving. I could buy a wig, put some makeup on my adam’s apple. Buy a skirt. Does a sock-filled bra work for my bosom? With a bit of mood lighting, I might actually look like a woman, but it would be difficult to relax. Knowing my manhood could be exposed in a multitude of ways – some stubble on my chin, hair on my legs, forgetting to make my voice less deep, etc.