I'm not an overly masculine man or macho type by any means, but I'm not effeminate either. There have been times where I've been made to act effeminate by Diane or a man I was with. That's been difficult to do, but in just about every instance, Diane or the others seemed to enjoy embarrassing me that way and having me endure such humiliation.
I think one can be feminine without being effeminate. Being made to act effeminate in a sexually related scene of for some kinky play is one thing, but in a lifestyle, you have to do what comes naturally to you. I live very much as a "wife" now. It's the way Diane likes it. Some of the things I do are things she insists upon. And there are others that are totally of my own volition.
I'm also very fortunate that I could retire relatively early in life. Diane continues to work so I am more or less (actually more) the stay at home wife in our relationship. In some ways it is quite dreamy, but sometimes it causes me a little angst and embarrassment.
A good example of this was last week when Diane's friend Linda was stopping by after work. It was on one of the days when I did laundry and I was getting ready to do the ironing when Diane called me to say that Linda was coming over after work for a few minutes. I thanked her for telling me and said that I would wait to start the ironing until later that evening. "Why would you do that" Diane asked. Before I could answer, she told me that I was either into this lifestyle or I wasn't and she expected me to be doing the ironing when she got home.
When she arrived, I was doing the ironing just as I was told. Linda seemed a little surprised and after saying hello said to Diane "Wow, don't you have him well trained!" Diane just smiled and they went about their business. I blushed and continued the ironing. It was just another one of those things that made me feel more feminine.