Man, I feel like a woman

I don't know what it is, but there is nothing I love more than wearing a man's clothes. Whenever I break up with a boyfriend, I notice that when I gather up all their stuff to return to them the bulk of it consists of their clothes. Mostly T-shirts, long sleeve T-shirts, and sweatshirts.

I think part of it is that I love oversized shirts. I love getting lost in my clothes and being comfortable. I love being wrapped in material - hence my love for blankets. I love when the sleeves on a sweatshirt cover my hands and the bottom of the sweatshirt comes down to my knees. But my desire to steal my boyfriends' clothes is more than my love for comfy, oversized shirts.

There's something about the smell. No matter how many times I wear or wash the clothes, it smells like him. The smell that makes them is always there - whether it be cologne, detergent, the outdoors, or just that masculine scent that men have. Every time I put on the clothing, the scent reminds me that this person in my life exists and causes a smile to cross my face. It gives me a closeness and every deep breath reminds me that someone cares about me enough to let me "borrow" their clothing.

And it might seem strange, but I feel more like a woman in a man's clothes. The large nature makes me feel small and feminine, but at the same time I feel safe inside the shirt, like it's my armor or my shield. It's as if the man's strong, physical sense is embodied in the fabric. And usually the shirt has been given to me as a kind gesture - either I was cold and a sweatshirt was offered, or I needed something comfortable to change into so a T-shirt was gained. The clothing in my possession is usually the result of casual chivalry, which is a reminder that I am the softer gender.

Yet I always give the clothes back. But I eagerly anticipate meeting the next man who will let me be safe in his clothing.