###The recent time in my life has been a real rollercoaster. But everything is going in the right direction thankfully. And I’m becoming more adventurous and accepting of myself more. Also I’ve started walking in heeled shoes as a man. And I like it very much.

Sorry that nothing has been posted on my blog lately, there’s been a lot going on, and also my mental state is changing like in a kaleidoscope. But I finally managed to get around to writing. And let me write this post from my male perspective.


It all started some time ago when my wife and I went shopping, to a shoe store. I wanted to buy myself some boots, so that as Sonia, I could go out in my shoes in the fall. I have more and more courage in such places, I am no longer afraid to look at women’s things. And that day I even managed to try on women’s heeled boots among people while I was in my male form. And guess what? Nothing happened, and I had a chance to check exactly if the shoe fit my foot well. Fortunately, it did fit. And then my wife said that I could actually walk in them even as Daniel. They were suede boots on a medium and wide heel, nothing special. And that sentence stuck in my memory for a long time.


Some time later, my other half and I had something to celebrate, so we decided to go to a restaurant for dinner. It was a great opportunity to dress elegantly. I wore nice pants, a shirt, a tie, and a jacket. On top of that, I also had a classic black trench coat. My wife also dressed up very nice, with a dress, jewelry, makeup, heeled boots, etc. That day I didn’t envy the fact that she could dress like that and I didn’t very much. I wanted to be a man at my partner’s side. And the moment came for me to put my shoes on as well. By the door there were boots, the new ones. I put them on and showed myself to my wife. She accepted this style and I also liked it. I gained me some centimeters, my posture was improved. It was the first time I wore heeled shoes outside as Daniel. And I felt very comfortable. The two of us tapped on the sidewalk as we walked to the cab. it was dark, probably not many people saw my shoes.

I don’t even know if anyone noticed my shoes when we entered the restaurant. My wife’s presence gave me courage. I felt no fear, I was finally myself. After dinner we went to walk around the old market a little more. It was wonderful. No one commented on anything. We were a normal couple at last. That evening made me realize that I didn’t have to be afraid, that I could be myself. And that no one pays much attention to us. At least I think so, because people dress differently, sometimes standing out a lot. And they are themselves.

New fashion change?

I wear these shoes more often now. I’ve been to the doctor a few times in them, I’ve walked around stores in them. My wife and I were recently at a Christmas market, both of us wearing heeled shoes. Even to get a pizza on the local place or to the store I wear them. And I’m happy. Although sometimes I give them up, probably a little out of fear, sometimes out of convenience. But no one has commented on them yet, neither positively nor negatively. Maybe it’s time to go to work in them?