This is a story of the first time I met my wife, how she found out about Bobbi and what she did when Bobbi came out.
It started when I was living in Sacramento. I was bored one day and ended up calling the LiveLinks date line. At first it was just to kill some time, but then I heard my future wife’s voice and saw her bio, which I found intriguing, so I left her a message, telling her something about myself; just “get to know you” stuff. I didn’t mention Bobbi at all. We went back and forth for a few hours, and I finally got her number, promising to call the next day.
One thing led to another and I planned a trip to see her that coming weekend. At our very first dinner I felt that I had found the one and knew I wanted to be forever hers. After dinner I thanked her for a wonderful evening and gave her a sweet kiss goodnight and went back to my hotel, with plans to go out the next night to dinner, a club and then to the casino where I was staying. During the day I was at the pool in my swimsuit and coverup, as I’ve always done since I was 10 years old. When I went up to my room I took off my swimsuit, washed it out and hung it up on the shower rod like I always do and got dressed for that night’s date.
We had a lovely dinner, gambled a little, waited for the club to open, then went dancing. We had a wonderful time at the club and after I took her home we said our goodnights and planned another date on Sunday to see one of the shows at the casino. I think it was a comedian. In any case I went back to my hotel room and got ready for bed, taking off my bra, washing it out and hanging it on the shower rod along with my panties. I then threw my nightie on and went to sleep. The next day I got dressed left the nightie on the floor of the bathroom put on a new bra and panty set, jeans, and a shirt and left for our date to go out to dinner and the show.
Well we ate dinner and got to the show, and as we sat at our seats and the lights went down we started kissing until we were told by the comedian “hey its hard to laugh when you’re not listening.” Then a crack about newlyweds and love. But we were so into ourselves at that moment that I don’t really remember what show it was we were watching. Eventually we left and headed to my room. It was only in hindsight that I remembered that I had my swimsuit hanging on the shower rod with a bra and panties and a nightie on the floor. All mine, all female, and she didn’t know about it. The bathroom door was closed, and I was too busy making out to remember what was in that bathroom. She broke away to freshen up, and my only thought was to hurry and take my own bra off and get under the covers so I’m ready to get busy when she comes out.
Well that stopped in about 5 seconds with her coming out yelling “What the hell is this and who did you bring here with you and what the hell, am I a fool to screw a player that just wanted a booty call? I am not a booty call and you better have a good answer buddy when you open that mouth”. All the while she is swinging the clothing around in the air. In my mind all I could think was ‘lord help me, I love this girl and I want to have her in my life’. I had to say something fast and not a coverup or a lie but something honest and true, as this is the woman I’m pretty sure I want to marry, and to have my kids.
After a while I finally got her to calm down and sit and then I explained rather awkwardly that the clothing was mine. She looked at me funny for a second, then asked if I was gay or bi. I said “no, but ever since puberty I have had breasts and I have had to wear a girl”s swimsuit because I have to cover them up. I then took a big risk and showed her what I had under my t-shirt. She looked at them as she held up the bra and said “I can see now about this but what about these” she said holding up the panties. I said “well two things they do: one I feel more comfortable in them and love the feeling of them when they’re on, and second it keeps me from showing how excited I am every time you touch and kiss me or for that matter when I look at you. “Ok” she said “what’s with the nightie?” “Well it’s because I don’t want to wear a bra in bed and it keeps me feeling cool and covers up my breasts so my nipples don’t get rubbed as I sleep.” Took her a second to think about it, then she went back to the bathroom and then came out with my nightie on and asked what I’m going to wear to bed as I lost this nightie for the night. Luckily I had another in my bag to wear.
That was the first time my wife met Bobbi and accepted that part of me. Needless to say neither nightgown survived the excitement of that night. In the morning we got cleaned up and dressed, and as she she saw me standing there in my bra and panties she said “If I did not know better I would think you were a butch female who wants to be a man. Also unless I say so leave some hair on your face, as I don’t want to make love to a woman with something extra, but I can make love to a man with breasts. As we finished up getting dressed and I took her down to her car to say goodbye we made our plans for the last night I was to be in Reno before I headed back to Sacramento for work.
When she came back she had a gift for me and said it was for tonight and told me I could not open it until we get back that evening. We had a wonderful day at the pool, expanding on the enjoyment of the previous night, at least as much as we could in public. Afterwards we grabbed something to eat and headed back to the room. When we arrived she said I could open the box and see the gift she had for me. Inside was a pair of stockings and a sexy teddy and garter belt with a note: “Tonight I want you to wear this for me.” After I got out of the swimsuit I put on everything in the box, and with tears in my eyes I came out of the bathroom and got on one knee and said “Will you marry me?”
We have never been apart since, and it is going on 19 years to this day.