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One year ago, when I was newly “out” to my wife, I posted about going out with her for my birthday. She thinks it’s “wrong” for a man to wear a dress, so I was in stealth mode: underdressed, with a ladies’ tee, GV jeans and ladies’ sneakers. I still had short hair, and my ears weren’t yet pierced.
This year, when asked what I wanted for my birthday, I requested (and received) approval to spend the day Dressed. The celebration went well, though not as planned. My wife still won’t go out in public with Bettylou, and our lunch date was also her first time out of the house since having open-heart surgery in February. So I went out in drab, and delayed Bettylou until Sunday.
Up early Sunday morning, painted my nails and did the morning chores; then it was Dress time! First, shapewear and forms, then a new pair of thigh-highs, black Mary Jane heels, and finally my new dress, bought for the occasion. Topped off with makeup, earrings, a pearl necklace and some jewelry, and Bettylou has a dream fulfilled! At noon, I served us lunch, in all of me femme glory, and despite her many objections to me wearing a dress, my wife’s only comment was a question about my MJs being comfortable to wear. She had ample opportunity to look, because after lunch, she asked me to paint her nails for her, which I did. When Cinderella finally had to change back into a pumpkin, around 11 pm, I counted it as a glorious day, and perhaps my best birthday, ever.
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