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It took weeks of getting dressed every night, waiting for my wife to catch me dressed en femme, only to chicken out and change back into male mode. And then she walked in on me for the first time, while I was wearing her top, her bra, her skirt, my tights, my heels. That was years ago.
After that, at least once a year, she catches me crossdressed, not usually how I would imagined or planned. Often I’m mid-dressed, awkwardly in between changing, and embarrassingly. I usually get shy, try to hide my outfit, and find myself speechless, no words to continue the conversation I crave to have with her.
And so it continues, my reminder to her that I’m a crossdresser, and her reminder to me that she’s not interested in this part of me. So the waiting period begins again, waiting to get caught by her again.
When I met my wife I was wearing short women’s shorts and tan sheer to waist pantyhose. She noticed my legs looked very nice. Shiny, tan and smooth. She thought it was interesting and sexy that I wore pantyhose.
I had been dressing often and quite seriously for a couple of years, but when I went out just for normal everyday things it was in drab mode except for my short women’s shorts and tan pantyhose.
A short time after we met she came over to my place. She noticed a lot of women’s clothes all over the place. Her attitude noticeably changed. She thought I lived with a woman. I hadn’t planned on this and wasn’t sure what to do or say. I decided to tell her the truth. The clothes are mine and I wear them often. I don’t just wear pantyhose and short shorts.
She asked me to dress up for her. I picked out one of my favorite and sexiest outfits. I went in the bedroom, put on my makeup and clothes. I was nervous leaving the room. Although I had been dressing and partying a lot the past couple of years and was around a lot of people, those were by and large other dressers and admirers. Besides I really like this girl and this idea of transforming into Patty could be the end of it.
With my heart pounding I left the bedroom and introduced her to Patty. She was stunned. She couldn’t believe how pretty and sexy I was. She liked it. I became Patty a lot for her. She also thought I could change up and improve my look. She helped me a lot with makeup. When we went shopping, it was rare I didn’t come home with another dress, skirt, lingerie, shoes or wig, very often panties and always pantyhose.
We really enjoyed buying the same outfits and wearing them when we went out to party.
Why is there a need for her to catch you? She knows you are a crossdresser and you know she wants nothing to do with it. That’s common enough. There are many wives who accept that their husband is a CD but who don’t want any involvement in it.
Can you and her not have a conversation and set some boundaries, some guidelines like times or situations? That way she’ll be prepared for your crossdressing and you’ll know her situation. There’d be no ‘catching’ involved and so no embarrassment on either side, surely a better outcome.
2016_personal stories: Lea original post:
It took weeks of getting dressed every night, waiting for my wife to catch me dressed en femme, only to chicken out and change back into male mode. And then she walked in on me for the first time, while I was wearing her top, her bra, her skirt, my tights, my heels. That was years ago.
After that, at least once a year, she catches me crossdressed, not usually how I would imagined or planned. Often I’m mid-dressed, awkwardly in between changing, and embarrassingly. I usually get shy, try to hide my outfit, and find myself speechless, no words to continue the conversation I crave to have with her.
And so it continues, my reminder to her that I’m a crossdresser, and her reminder to me that she’s not interested in this part of me. So the waiting period begins again, waiting to get caught by her again.
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