My adventures began over 10 years ago. And I call them adventures because I never imagined that I would be, even remotely, involved with a cross-dresser. I was brought up to be a good Catholic girl in a world that was very distinctly good or bad, black or white, without any shades of gray (as Catholic worlds often are). Well, talk about blurring the lines (and genders)! And the colors, the feather boas, the accessories! It goes on and on. My poor little, straight-laced ego isn't always ready.

But, I fell in love, and what's a girl to do?

There are things about Amanda that I like. The sensitivity. I am married to a very sensitive person who truly understands my emotions, and puts up with them. The fashion sense. I get an honest, knowledgeable opinion when we go shopping. The people I've met. They are the nicest, most accepting people one could hope to know.

There are also things that drive me crazy. He has better legs than I do. I lose him to meetings and conventions and email. Shaving. It's scratchy and I miss his beard. He's better with make-up than I am. He looks through the catalogs before I do. He needs a lot of closet space. Amanda is a clotheshorse.

There are also things that I am afraid of. Getting older. It's got me questioning my looks and femininity, and having someone glamorous around doesn't help. That our son will find out. He deserves his childhood innocence.