Hiding goes beyond coming out and admitting to your crossdressing. My wife knows, and accepts that I do, but the boundaries we have set means I can only dress in private. So discovery is not an issue. She knows where I keep my stuff too, and has agreed not to pry.
But…. I am still hiding.
You see, I haven’t told her everything. She doesn’t know about CDH. She doesn’t know how deep into my femininity I really am. She doesn’t know how extensive my wardrobe is.
I tell myself it is to protect her from further hurt, as she slowly comes to term with our new life together. At this point I fear she wouldn’t understand or approve of me interacting with other girls, and I don’t want to “upset the apple cart” with more revelations. So for now I am biding my time…. and controlling the narrative.
I dream that one day soon all will be in the open. I am waiting for an opportunity to resume the dialogue.