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My wife and I attended a wedding on the weekend where she was a bridesmaid. And she looked gorgeous. (I didn’t mind being in drab at all. I was glad to be her man, and celebrate her friendship with her friend. )
We stayed in a hotel with a spa afterwards.
We had a great talk. She confessed that she had found my clothes a few times. And that she knew I had more makeup then she did.
She emphasized that she loved me no matter what. I told her I wasn’t interested in men, I wasn’t gay, or bi. ( She said yes she knew that.) I also told her I wasn’t transgender, wanting to become a full time woman. But there was something there that ‘compelled” me to need to cross dress.
She knows I wear stockings and tights in the cooler months. They literally help support my lower back, and legs. She knows I wear nail polish. We often go for pedicures together. And she time to time puts a hair color in my hair.
But this was the first time we discussed “the dress.” So to speak.
As a result I’ll be moving some of my stash into the wardrobe.
It was a bit of a painful, and tearful conversation. But a deeply honest one.
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