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To my dearest fellow skirt wearers, I finally have my story about walking out of the closet again and into the world to share with you, it spans over a three day period.
(Historical Fact - When I first was living with my wife before we got married I would wear a "house skirt" and she was fine with it until the kids started coming. My wife is lucky to be alive after being struck by a truck during a snowy night on the highway and I believe she suffers from some mild form of brain damage that has affected her memory. She doesn't remember the skirt.)
JANUARY 12, 2018 - Fragmented (Sorry)
"...Are you daring me to wear a skirt?" I ask amused.
My friend laughs, "It would be funny and knowing you, you probably would just to frack with everyone."
"You're on." I smirk
JANUARY 13, 2016
Kids as usual are in their rooms hooked up to the matrix as I sit in my room wearing the most comfortable blue tights I have ever worn over equally comfy men's underwear that I bought at a fashion house. I am smirking to myself about the dare while watching the weather; windchill being a factor. I stare at my jeans and the blue/black plaid skirt that I haven't really worn yet because of the cold weather. FYI - Wife is at work.
Rolling special Canadian cigarettes I decide.
I pop my head into my youngest (14) son's room and it looks like a scene from a Clive Barker story. My son's only source of light is the glare from his dual monitor setup and his very large headphones hug his head. I tell him I'm going to a costume party and he looks at me "Cool" and his head goes quickly back to one of the screens. Oldest (19) son sleeping.
Back to my room and I put my skirt on, should have gotten size smaller lol wear loose boxers over tights lol. Put on my winter coat and boots and with my bag o' bar I head out into the Canadian cold. Feels nice and not so cold and actually comfortable, I look at the skirt and say hello old friend.
Pass by people without hesitation as I walk through the park and make my arrival fashionably late. Don't knock and enter into a gathering of close friends (almost 20 years).
"Hey Terri! They say almost in unison.
I say hey back as one of my female friends pulls up my skirt to see if I'm wearing underwear, they almost always do hence the boxers over.
"My gawd you did!" My daring friend from the previous day laughs.
Hugs and handshakes all around they don't really care.
Strangers in the gaggle of friends and introductions are made. "It must take balls to wear a skirt." A male stranger (call him Hal) says
An old friend laughs, "You don't know Terri."
I look at Hal and smile, "Yeah I'm the joker but I tell you, this skirt is very comfy and I love the way it feels when the wind blows between my legs."
Hal smiles and holds out his bottle to toast me and I do so.
Jokes were made about me being a crossdresser and I made jokes about how one of the TV shows I'm working on has a crossdresser in it and the director want me to play the role (I am involved in the Entertainment Industry). Party continues and we all take part in the tradition of dancing.
JANUARY 14, 2018 - Morning
Wake up on the couch still in my skirt, my head feels like it's been hit by a semi. I get up go to the kitchen and drink water. My wife shows up, she's just getting in from work and she's pissed nothing new. "You scared the kids half to death stumbling around in the exercise room, tripping over the bench press and my GAWD they saw you in that skirt and they're texting me at work and our friends are texting me that you're wearing a skirt."
My head hurts and I mumble whatever. (Afterthought/sidebar, she thinks our children will be emotionally scarred for life even though we have always told them that straight, gay, trans whatever we will always accept and love our children.) I go put on manly pajamas
She goes to bed and I sit on the couch wondering how the hell I got home. (Side note the nerve meds for my Spinal Stenosis I'm on are okay with red wine but they don't go well with vodka and yes I did blackout last night.)
I watch film noir on YT for the rest of the day, dozing in and out of plot lines and I make dinner. While eating dinner (Kids eat in their room tapped into the matrix - not my fault, hers), wife comes down getting ready for work and she enters my bubble.
"Tell me the truth and be honest with yourself why did you wear a skirt? Are you Trans? Is this something you want to explore?"
I look up at her as she stands over me and I detect the ultra emotions emitting from her. "There was this article written in the Nineties in about men wearing skirts...."
She interrupts, "C'mon be honest with yourself, don't be like in the nineties who cares."
I sigh, "Look I'm not Trans and I am not a gay crossdresser, I just like wearing skirts."
Repeat 3x and another sidebar - They tried to make it GQ for guys to wear skirts back in the early nineties but never caught on and it was that article that inspired me to wear a skirt.
We are both in the kitchen, I need more food and she's packing her lunch bag for work. I look into her emotional green eyes and say "You are seriously going to stop loving me over an article of clothing?"
She leaves for work not saying anything, not even a "later" and gives me the silent treatment up until a couple of days ago nothing more has been said about the skirt.
JANUARY 20, 2018
I know I said three days but I had to return to the scene of the crime to retrieve some items left behind. The host of the party was still laughing about it, told me I was fine, the strangers loved me and a Designated Driver dropped me off. I told him my wife was pissed about the skirt and he shook his head like what the frack is wrong, there was no harm done by the dude in a skirt.
Terresa......hi sweetie. Men in skirts and dresses in nothing new. Ancient Greece has Skirts for men, they still do. Swiss Guard troops at the Vatican wear skirts. Hawians wear dresses, Islanders wear dasheikies and hippies. So do tribes from other parts of the world. Only in North America are people who are ignorant of these facts. They don't teach history anymore in school, so ignorance of history is repeated over and over. It is just tough for us to become a wiser society because of this. Pardon me, boot ahm going tee poot on ma Kilt and go to the pub for a wee drop or two.
Humorously yours.....
Lady Veronica
Hey Lady V, I was chatting with one of my friends from Scotland here on CDH and they said the same thing about wearing a kilt lol. It's just clothes, a cover for a book not to be judged until you get to know it. I've always been too free-spirited for my wife to handle and I needed to tell my story my way. Thanks for reading, very much appreciated.
Luv yer Scottish accent Lady Veronica😂😂😂 Very Groundskeeper Willie. I got married in my kilt on a hot Caribbean Island, glad of the breeze, a Scotsman wears nothing under the kilt, very liberating.
Hilarious! Harmless. Like most wives, they cant take a joke about sex very well. Another reason to not marry....