Happy surprises can come at the strangest and at unexpected times. I am a closeted CDer and 70 years old. Opportunities to dress have been limited over this long life of mine. I lost my first marriage when my ex- found my stash (bra, panties, and heels.) This led to a long and painful divorce, after which I went crazy on my own, buying all sorts of girl things; bras, panties, hose, dresses, shoes, breast forms, wig and makeup. I would dress nearly every evening after work and lounge around my townhouse en femme. *Glorious!*
One night, I even ventured out to my local post office while fully dressed. I didn’t get any reaction at all! This lasted for about four months until I met a wonderful woman and married her. Because of my fears from the first marriage, I purged everything—I still regret this! We’ve been married for almost 20 years. She doesn’t know Lorrie exists, and I’m not too keen on opening up that can of worms. She’s sort of conservative (not politically) in that respect. So, my dressing time had been limited to her being out of town.
A few years ago, however, we were on a European vacation and staying outside of Paris. I had just done our laundry and was folding the clothing. She had a pretty pink cotton nightgown in the clothes’ pile. I picked it up and held it against me. I asked if this color looked good on me. She laughed and said yeah. I put it on. She said, “Wait, are you a crossdresser?” I replied, “Is that a problem?” By this time, I was having a major reaction to wearing the gown, which led to a wonderful and joyous night! Afterwards, she said I could keep your nightgown for future purposes.
On that same trip, in another hotel, we were going out to dinner. As we got into the elevator she kissed me. Stepping back, she looked at me and said, “I need to kiss you again because you need some color on your lips!” WOW! She was using a European lip-gloss she’d bought in Copenhagen, and it transferred very nicely to me! In the elevator mirror, I had a hint of red on my lips!
In January of this year, we joined a spa and salon which offered three services to choose from each month: a massage, a mani-pedi or a facial. For the first couple of months, I opted for the massages, and then in March, my wife said I should try a mani-pedi. I was a bit shocked at this suggestion, but I figured, why not? I jokingly said I’d get them polished, whereupon she responded with as long as it wasn’t red or bright pink. WOW! So, the first time I had my nails manicured, and the tech started buffing them, my heart was beating rapidly. I asked the tech to please use clear polish. She smiled and said sure. She painted me with a top coat which gave the nails a nice shine.
When I got home, I showed my wife and got her okay. Sweet! Then in June, I decided to go a bit bolder. I asked the tech to use something neutral/nude on my nails. She offered OPI’s Put it in Neutral as a color. I agreed and she did me up—fingers and toes. Back home, I got the approval once again. This past Wednesday, I decided to kick it up a bit, asking the tech to use OPI’s Dulce de leche, a richer pink on my toes. I was a bit nervous coming home, but was happily surprised when I was told my nails looked beautiful!
Where this leads is anyone’s guess. I am thinking seriously of asking her to dress me up as a woman for Halloween (something I’ve never done…probably the only CDer who’s not dressed for this holiday!). We’ll see.
After all these years, I’ve learned Happy Surprises can happen! Seventy years of struggling with being “different” has evolved into Happy Surprises!
Keep the faith, my sisters!
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