See I dont crossdress full time, say once a week, for the reasons outlined elsewhere. But then when I've done the dirty deed, dressed up in the ligerine and pretty stockiings, and tried to mimic the movements of a female as best I can, and watch myself in the mirror, I can come to my senses quiet quickly, and see myself for what I am, a man dressed in womens clothing, and can whip off the female attire in a matter of seconds, and be back to my masculine self. When I am coming out of that enjoyable feminine trance, (cause thats what it feels like), I feel deeply embarrassed and ashamed, not all the time, but half the time. The I try to banish the memory of what I had just done, the female dressing, from my mind.