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About 6 months ago I came out to my wife that I like to play dress up in something other than my boring male cloths.
I started in my teens after seeing my brothers Adult magazines at how erotic woman get to look and this is in the mid 70’s.
I remember when I got a set of the panties that had Sunday through Saturday printed on them and a bra that I stashed in my bed room. I use to use water balloons for breast forms and I thought I was in heaven.
I use to keep these in a toy safe that my parents bought me when I was about 8 years old. Well the first embarrassment came when I came home from school one day and and apparently my make do breast forms had sprang a leak and was leaking out of my safe place and my mom noticed while cleaning my room.
As time went by it wasn’t about the eroticism but more about how I felt wearing woman’s clothing. You didn’t have to wear blue jeans, dress pants in boring colors and either a pull over sweater or a button up shirt.
There was this huge variety but not just limited to outer wear but what you got to wear under also. And the colors!! Happy colors, dark colors, sunrise colors and everything in between.
I suppressed most of these desires for my adult life. Maybe occasionally trying on my wife’s cloths over the years but they just didn’t fit well and I felt like this goofy guy that, well you know.
About two years ago I start my own stash. But I wanted shoes and dresses that fit ME!
I wanted real breast forms, that looked as real as they could, I wanted garters and stockings for my height, I wanted nail polish in the colors I like and to be able to dress like this freely. Im pushing sixty and I have been holding back for 45 years.
My wife has had lesbian friends over the years and she has become very accepting to the LGBT movement that is going on.
So one night I just came out and told her that I like to dress female and not just plan female but girly girl female. She was a little shocked at first, and then had the usual questions about if I was gay or seeing someone else and I said no but just told her about how I felt.
I was then asked if I would dress for her. My heart at first sank with nervousness and I said I would.
I went and got my secret stash of 2” open toe heals, black stockings, black bra with forms and my black cocktail dress.
My catwalk was our hallway with the hardwood floors. My heals where clicking as I was trying to do my best feminine walk. I rounded the corner into our living room and presented my self for the first time to anyone, yes 45 years in the making.
My wife was speechless for a moment and the first thing she said was that my legs looked beautiful and so much better than hers.
She came up and hugged me, told me that she loved me.
Since then she has bought me five outfits, jackets, bracelets and other accessories.
I only dress about twice a month and now that summer is coming up I can’t really shave my legs or my arms anymore do to my guy friends, but life is good.
I can’t thank my wife enough for her acceptance and support, she is my rock.
So anyhow that’s enough about me.
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