One day I got a call asking me to show up at a certain address on this day and this time. I was requested to be clean and groomed, not sweaty from working outside. I thought it was a weird call, but said ok; after all, it came from my wife. A week passed and the time came. I got all cleaned up, dressed, and showed up to the address I had been given. It was a nice hotel out of the way from where we lived. I though ooh my wife set up a romantic getaway for us to enjoy together. Oh, I was only half-right in this as I soon learned after I gave my name at the front desk and was handed the key to my room.
I put the key in the door and opened it to find three ladies inside. One sat at a desk with nail care stuff by her, one with a makeup case and other stuff, and the last one stands by a bunch of bags. She welcomes me as I enter, handing me one of the bags. She instructs me to go change into the items in the bag and come back out. On entering the bathroom and opening the bag, I find some white stockings, panties, a corset, and a silk robe all in my size. I stick my head out of the door and ask what’s going on. I was told to change into this at my wife’s request.
I changed into the lingerie and slipped into the silk robe, tying the belt to hold it closed. When I walk out to the room, I’m told to sit in this chair that is by the other women. They begin working on me; one does my hands and nails, putting on some tips and painting them white. The other lady is doing my hair, adding in extensions to make my hair longer and with more volume. She then styled it, adding accessories to make it even more attractive and feminine. In my mind, I’m thinking that my wife wanted to pamper me by giving me a spa day en femme Again, I was half-right. When the lady finished my hair she started on my makeup. It was a good thing I shaved or I would have had to before she started. When they were done, I still couldn’t see how I looked, other than my hands.
After the two finished, they left the room, leaving me with the lady that handed me the bag. I asked her what was next and when will I see my wife. She replied that it would be soon and I’d know what was next in a moment. Now my mind is going, what is going to happen next and where is my wife? A knock at the door startled me; I thought that it was my wife. But no, it is the lady who did my hair. She’s holding a large box in her hands as she came into the room. She dropped it down on the floor. The other lady opened a bag and pulled out a large, puffy skirt. She hands it to me, requesting that I take the robe off and put it on as they turn their backs to me. I do as they ask and let them know when I’m done.
As I’m standing there, one of them goes and gets the box from the floor as the other hands me a eye mask in order to blindfold me from seeing the next part. Now honestly, I’m getting a bit scared. I’m in a room at my wife’s orders, with two women I don’t know, and about to do something I don’t know about. I say ok, it’s for my wife, and after all, I’m dressed this way for a reason, so I should go through with it. I put the mask on.
One of the ladies tells me to stand still and raise my hands up in the air. The next thing I feel is something going over me like a tube. They spend some time tugging and pulling at my back. With every tug I feel my waist get tighter. Then I’m told to hold my breath and she pulls a bit more. When I let my breath out it’s harder to breathe, but I also feel as if I’m standing straighter. They ask me to sit down (now this was hard to do) and then I feel my feet slip into some shoes and the straps getting wrapped around my legs. They help me to stand up. I can tell that I have at least two inch heels on. Now I’m thinking what is going on?
I’m told to follow her, and she leads me blindfolded to somewhere else in the hotel. I’m getting nervous, and then we stop. I hear voices. I’m instructed to remove the mask. I’m standing at the end of an aisle. Looking down, I see that I’m in a beautiful white wedding gown that is fluffed out like a princess dress. The Wedding March begins to play and the lady accompanies me down the aisle to where my wife is standing at the end. I ask her what’s going on. She compassionately replies, “I married Rob, and if you want to be Bobbi I’ve got to marry her as well.”
So this day is how my wife expressed to me her complete acceptance of Bobbi. Now my wife is just fine with whom I am, for she knows that the other woman belongs to her as well.
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Wow,you are one lucky girl.Congratullations
Thanks and yes i am
Bobbie,
You are the luckiest girl on earth, no the universe.
Love
Melissa
When i found my wife i lucked out.
Hi bobbi thanks for sharing your story with us x I’m quite envious of you, having your wife accept both sides of your personalities, i would love to dress up in a white wedding dress and walk down the Isle and be accepted by my wife not only as a man but to accept my feminine side too, hugs Rozalyne x
I think the reason this all happened is the fact my wife can see what I’m happiest in and wearing. No labels no words just love.
Ps i can say this the wedding dress and all the under things make it hard to sit down easy. Plus the one i had on was a corset back that laces up. It takes forever to get it off and you need someone to let you out. But it is so wonderful to have on i had a full bridal slip on that poofs the skirt out. Well it took a min to learn to walk in it so you don’t trip on train or the hem. But i real test is when you sit down. If you don’t… Read more »
Oh wow! I’m sure the whole experience was amazing. Thank you for sharing. My wife has accepted that I dress also. She is very encouraging with it. Your experience would be so amazing if something like that were to happen to me. Not sure about a wedding dress but definitely something along the lines how it all happened
Who knows what your future might show. I’m glad you got accepted now just live your life the way you want it to together.
OMG what a story a dream a fair tall how lucky are you
Yes i forever can see a happy life with my family we have no labels on our love and no worries as well.
Hi Bobbi. What a lovely story.
Thank you!
Very lovely story. Your a very lucky girl!!:)
I found my love and myself and i really feel complete!
What a great story and so well written. You express something that I believe many of us wish we could experience. Thank you so much for telling your story
Thank you and this is just one story in many that i will be writing for here.
I was thinking more about your article and it occurred to me that it would be a great contribution to the NY Times “Modern Love" column. Take a look at some examples. In my opinion it would fit the purpose of the column and also be great publicity for crossdressers.
I will check into the column thanks if you have any more info on it please relay.
Wow—That’s one hell of a wife—
Thank you and yes she is!
You are SO lucky to have a wife who is so accepting and compassionate!
Some time im going to write about our first date. Or the first time she found bobbi it was very interesting. But that is for another time.