No blocking the door with a chair or only for a short period of time for fear of getting caught. Granted, it's only baby steps, but as soon as I get home, it's off with the trousers and on with the skirt, half slip (I like how it feels, that's enough) and depending on the house's temp, the tights. I even fell asleep this weekend in my long red gauzy tiered skirt.
I feel so comfortable physically and also mentally, feeling the fabric whipping about my legs, esp. since I've been exercising. My leg muscles usually hurt too much afterward to wear slacks or jeans and since I've been exercising, not only are my clothes looser, but in terms of the type of skirts I wear (mainly the ankle-length crinkled tiered/broomstick/hippie/boho skirts (much prefer girls in them though), a lot more fabric so they're even more comfortable. I've gone out to the laundrette and got a few looks given that the only "female" clothes ever in the wash are lower body garments (no undies) I'm sure some of the ever enlightened locals are thinking ill of me. I'm not thinking of them at all.
And as much as I prefer females in them, I must admit, I look pretty hot

I chickened out of wearing them to the Goth show, BTW. Sad too, as I saw at least 2-3 other guys in floor length black A-line skirts. Maybe someday. I hope so.
Started telling a few people, friends/co-workers and reaction has ranged from "Right on!" to indifference to "You too?", as I'm sure a lot of people here get. Still, not told the family. Kind of skittish based on how the sort of s.o.'s son reacted.
Anyway, just hadn't checked in for a bit, actually since the switch took place. The dryspell is over though and I'm thrilled. Hoping schedules can get together with the S.O. No way am I wearing denim the next time we meet, unless it's my blue column one (aka Pentecostal girl's uniform) or blue or black A-line ones (aka Home Ec. teacher's uniform).