Today was laundry day. No one enjoys that chore. However, I had a unique delight while completing this necessary chore. I first did all of my boy clothes. Finishing it was a matter of that shirt goes with those trousers. No emotion, or feeling. A basic, no emotion boring job. Nothing more. Then, it was time for my dresses and girl underthings. I found that although it was still essentially the same task, it took on a different set of thoughts. I remembered the softness of that red dress. I remembered how much that blue “A” line showed off my legs. The caress of that one, the delight I had in wearing the other one. I found delight in the remembrance, and a chore became a delightful memory.
Linda,
I hate buying His clothes so much I had to ask my SO to do it for me. Ask her to shop? Yah, not going to turn that down, is she? On the other hand, I loved helping her shop for her clothes and she loved me doing so.
Over time, I have found that I have even begun to enjoy doing His laundry as it is Wendy doing it and I match up outfits like I do for Her clothes (Wendy). Compimentary colors, triads, fabrics and patterns. All my clothes are carefully folded as if they just came from the store shelf. Admittedly I do it during commercials and news programs, but it is a slightly better than neutral experience. I have found other things that I did not used to like were probably supression of my true feelings while role-playing a male. Still have not managed to get excited about hand sewing repairs, however.
I do not really enjoy doing Wendy's laundry, however, because it signals the end of my time alone and fully in Wendy mode and a return to supression of my feelings and behavior. Not a happy time. I am just packing things up and going back "on stage". Not ever a happy time.
I do find, however, that Wendy does not much mind doing housekeeping and it has carried over into my male life.
It is interesting how you cope.