I was 28. I was dating a lovely young woman who was to become my wife. During a lighthearted intimate moment, I put on her nightgown. After the laugh, she asked if I liked it. I said no. I lied – I liked it a lot!
As it turns out my wife was and is a stylish dresser, and as I was to find out close to my size. I had a few sneaky and brief run ins with her pantyhose and a particular yellow dress during the early years of our marriage. I put those thoughts aside though, not enjoying the deception and considering it a bit of a kink and over the top.
There was a good 30 years in between those events and the next. With my wife called out of town for a few days I decided to explore once again my old fascination. I purchased some items of my own which seemed to make all the difference. I was finally hooked, and at age 69 finally embraced the fact that I am a crossdresser. With my wife’s acceptance, my femme persona flourished. A very late bloomer perhaps, but a very happy one!