Cross-dressing mother hen

And so, perhaps like the great many, I grew thinking I was the alpha male, the strong man, the decisive leader. And I could present myself as the beta, working my way up, rung over rung on that corporate ladder until I found myself in the position of an alpha and I was indecisive and lost control. It turns out I had always been a cross-dressing mother hen. If only I had known earlier.