This article turned out rather long and had to be split in two due to submission limits.

Hint No. 2

About two years ago, I decided to wear a clip-on earring on my left earlobe whenever I was away from the house. I even started to wear a simple one around a circle of my friends, with whom my wife never has contact. It kind of took them by surprise, but now it seems normal to them, even though it’s still the topic of a joke or two sometimes. Little do they know.

At first, it was just a small band with rhinestones, sort of unisex.  Then, I bought more dangly types, like 2” hoops and little chains adorned with faux diamonds.  I liked to wear two different earrings, a smallish one on the left and a complimentary girlier one on the right.  I’m still careful about letting anyone who might recognize me see anything but one on the left, but wear two whenever I can get away with it, including when I’m shopping or running errands.

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Once I forgot to remove the earring on the left before I got home and my wife quizzed me on it. I acted like it was nothing, yet removed it. Her disapproving look somewhat shaming me.  Still, almost instinctively, I put them on when I leave the house.  I just don’t wear one around her intentionally, lest she dig too deeply.  But a handful of other times, I have forgotten to remove it.

Hint No. 3

Five or six years ago, I began experimenting with makeup. I found a multicolor palette of eyeshadow in the bottom drawer of her vanity along with several forgotten tubes of lipstick. I started checking her wastebasket for discards and picked up even more items. The appetite grew. I wasn’t going to get everything I needed from her giveaways and throwaways. I would have to buy things.  I bought fake fingernails and nail polish. I bought false eyelashes. I bought a half dozen pairs of clip on earrings. I bought mascara, foundation, rouge, setting powder. I bought lipstick. I was becoming obsessed with looking like a woman.

Shortly after or coinciding with the decision to wear earrings in public, I developed a compulsion to wear lipstick more often. I’d even put it on when I was working in my home office, while she is in another part of the house, just to wipe it off thirty minutes later when I walked to the kitchen for another cup of coffee.

No, I don’t wear it around my friends, either. But, before face masks, I would wear it in public whenever I thought I wouldn’t possibly encounter someone I knew. Particularly whenever I’m behind the wheel, smoking a cigarette.

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So, just this past October, I had to drive to a nearby city about an hour away for work. Naturally, I put on lipstick for the drive over and during the drive back. Well, I wiped it all off before arriving home, but my dumb ass forgot to wipe the rim of my travel coffee cup when I set it by the kitchen sink. She noticed the lipstick on the coffee cup. “Where’d the lipstick come from?” She asked. “That’s not my shade.” Oh crap! I just kinda shrugged and said, “Huh.”

She dropped it. It was a Wednesday evening and my wife was heading to the beach for a four-day weekend with her friend and her friend’s daughter and the daughter’s friend the next day. I hoped she would forget it or drop it. I hoped she didn’t start thinking I was having an affair or something like that. She left with her friend and the girls Thursday morning.

Thursday afternoon I got a text. “Are you going to explain the lipstick on the coffee cup?” I texted back, “I was wearing lipstick yesterday. We can talk about it later.” How else could I explain it? What was I going to say? I spent the next three days agonizing over what I would tell her. I also spent it painting my fingernails, wearing makeup, and dressing up. Sunday morning came and I threw out just about everything – lingerie, clothes, shoes, makeup, jewelry. I thought this was the end.

Sunday evening, after she arrived home and settled in, she asked again about the lipstick. I was dreading this, but I had decided I would just tell her some of the truth. I had tried some of hers on a while back to see what it was like and had developed a fetish for it. I told her I couldn’t explain why it was so, it just was. That’s all it was, a weird fetish.

She seemed satisfied. Maybe she suspected it was more. Maybe she didn’t want to know more. We haven’t spoken of it since.

I recovered a lot of what I had thrown out, before garbage pickup day and hid it back in the garage.

Hint No. 4

Most recently, she noticed that my legs were clean-shaven.  Now, they never really had that much hair, and I had been shaving them for quite a while, as an extension of the “manscaping” I performed in other areas, so I find it hard to believe she hadn’t noticed before.

The manscaping, which also began several years ago, came to me as an idea for a way to add another layer to my feminization. I noticed she was trimming her own nether region and without announcing it, began my own shaving regimen, taking a little more off each time.  It may not have gone unnoticed, but it was not discussed. Although I suspect she liked some aspect of not having to “deal with” my pubes.  Wink wink.

I discreetly added my legs to my shaving routine.

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Move forward to a beach vacation a few months ago, we were sitting on a pair of barstools at a beachside bar and she rested her hand on my leg, noticing a slight stubble. “Did you shave your legs?” “Yes.  A while ago when I started manscaping, I noticed that it looked strange to be smooth down there, only to have hairy legs, so I just began shaving them, too.”

Nothing else was said.

Hint No. 1a.

Panties, again.

I had forgotten that I had stashed a pair of panties in a vanity drawer in the condo we were renting on that vacation. I had taken them off before I got in the shower, but she was in the adjacent bedroom, so I just tucked them into a drawer.  We weren’t even using any of the drawers.

On the last day, as we were packing up to check out, she was in the bathroom, making sure we hadn’t forgotten anything, and asked out loud, “What’s this?”  I was in the bedroom packing some of my stuff, and replied, “What’s what?”  It hit me.  But before I had time to react, she said, “Panties.  I guess they’re yours?”  The tone was sort of accusatory. Of course, they were mine.  I could have said, “Nope, not mine.  I don’t know why you’d think that.  The last renters must have left them.”  Instead, I sheepishly walked into the bathroom as she was exiting, and recovered the illicit item.

The Question.

Does she know?

I have shown her, or gotten caught showing, the other side of me four ways over the years – panties, earrings, lipstick, leg shaving, and then panties, again. She either won’t admit it to herself or knows, yet chooses to let me be who I am, as long as she wasn’t confronted with that part of me.

Am I in the classic DADT relationship?

She clearly disapproves of the crossdressing and/or feminization techniques she knows about.

Does she suspect my other activities?  How far into it I am?

Am I subconsciously sabotaging my secret?

Have we had “the talk” and I just don’t realize it?  Am I the one who is fooling herself?

I know she loves me. I just wish she loved all of me.

Thank you girls for taking the time to read my article and I’m looking forward to hearing your responses or a similar experience matched to one of mine noted above!

Much Love, Raquel

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Paulette James
Member
8 months ago

Great article. Well explained. It seems to me that your wife has had ample opportunity to figure it out that you cross dress. It is kinda sad that you have shown your hand several times but just can’t get it into the open fully. I am sure that it would be such a relief to be able to openly move forward and leave the pretence behind. Best wishes.

Elizabeth(Liz)
Member
8 months ago

Hope everything works out for you
Liz

Bobbi Watt
Member
8 months ago

Wow I remember sneaking around and hiding things and working on finding time to be me. After thirty years of being married I told her I was a crossdresser she never had a clue. She was all right with it. When you get the green light just go and I have and over the last nine years I kept doing more and more. First getting ears pierced next getting rid of any hair on my face and that isn’t cheap and takes a long time then growing my hair long and then coloring my hair. The hair color didn’t go… Read more »

Micah Dean
Member
8 months ago

Nice story. And I can relate to Much of what you’ve done and I bet many on here can as well. Yes, I have captured some of my wife’s throwaways on garbage day. When I was experimenting with makeup, my wife came home one day and said it looks like you have mascara on. Poor makeup removal that day. And the shaving. It sounds just like my story. I’m an avid cyclist ‍♀️ so shaven legs is not out of the realm. But I did increase a little as time went on. But lipstick in the home office may be… Read more »

Danika
8 months ago

My situation was very much like yours. One day after I had pierced my ears, I had been sitting on the couch wearing my regular drab clothes but had my earings in. Surprisingly to me, she came home early that day and caught me with my earrings in. I just told her I always wanted pierced ears and that they seemed quite popular for men at the time. Another time, she was looking in my sock drawer for something and found a pair of her panties in there. I just told her that I must have put them in there… Read more »

Monique LaFemme
Member
8 months ago

Does she really want to know? As a life long cross dresser, happily married to a wonderful woman for forty eight years, I must ask myself this question. I’m positive she has a clue, but we have never had the talk. When she found me wearing panties, she suggested I get some of my own, and even helped pick them out, and although I wear them daily, she has never mentioned it again. I have attempted numerous opportunities to bring the subject up, but she either changes the subject or worse, remains silent. It is as if she knows, but… Read more »

Helene van der Tee
Member
8 months ago

I told my wife a couple of years ago, it was hell up until a few months ago when we got some councilling and now its accepted that I’m a crossdresser and it wont/cant change and that we needed to give it space in relationship. Even though it was hell, it was the best thing to do. I no longer look over my shoulder or worry did I hide my stuff after dressing. I have a wardrobe of my own, with my own make-up, lingerie, hosiery and hair pieces. She doesnt get weirded out when I smell of opium perfume,… Read more »

Lea
Active Member
8 months ago

We are so like, dropping hints, hoping to get noticed. I’ve learned the hard way though that things can be so easily misunderstood.

Ask her. Talk to her openly. Women have an odd way of concluding about crossdressing. Without talking directly with her, she could turn this into some fault of her own, or thoughts that you’re cheating on her, or that you are gay or want to change into a woman. It’s better to talk directly than just dropping hints.

Haley Ann
Duchess
Member
8 months ago

Just goes to show that we all only ask for the details about things we really want to know about. She knows, too many clues…just like here!

Katie Plowright
8 months ago

Raquel, thanks for a good article. I am now in the position after 35 years of marriage and 25 years of my wife knowing of my love of dressing, she has finally accepted Katie. Yes I am very fortunate but it was hard and it came down to having the difficult conversation. It’s not as if she suspects etc so the talk will not be out of the blue. My wife and I have also come to two caveats to my dressing, not at meal times and not when we are spending the evening together. Other than these comprises I… Read more »

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