Prior to a week of business travel, my wife suggested that
Tammy meet her when returning home from my business trip. This was an unexpected event as my wife, although somewhat supportive from time to time, had not ever seen Tammy in full dress and make up.
As events typically occur, between delayed flights, canceled
hotel reservations and 30 hours of sleepless travel, our plans were on
temporary hold. Upon arriving home and still insisting on a presentation, I was
instructed to be in dress before my wife’s late afternoon wakeup.
Having the time for my wife’s visual debut of Tammy, I prepared throughout the morning hours then patiently posed myself in comfy chair, positioning myself so my wife would view me from a distance as she entered our family room. To amplify the experience, I staged a “Cosmo” in one hand while the other was covering my beard as to not expose any facial hair.
Sitting in a knee length yellow flower print dress, shoulder length blonde/grey wig, facial makeup, red lipstick, red polished toe and finger nails, jet black nylons, tan
open toed three-inch platforms and appropriate body forms, I patiently waited.
Later that afternoon, after waking from her travels, my wife entered the room I occupied with an unsure look. Quickly replaced by a surprising smile, I heard the words, “I thought some other girl was in our house for a second and wondered who she was then remembered… it was you.” That was the first time my wife of nearly 35 years saw Tammy.
As fears of the C-19 virus erupted, my wife and I found ourselves at home, all alone and basically isolated. With ample supplies on hand for an extended period. One morning, my wife approached me and suggested that this was a great time for Tammy to come out and play!
Surprised again, but accepting, I was floored when she said, “I want you to shave your facial hair, your arms, armpits (I shave my legs frequently), put on some makeup, lipstick, wig, and look pretty. I want to see you again without hair and as a woman”.
As requested and unsure as to exactly what to expect, early the next morning, Tammy, in all her femininity appeared to my wife. We spent the rest of the day and evening together as girls, sipping wine coolers and indulging in our femininity. Building a little more confidence in my appearance, I had to ask “Do you think I would “pass” if we went out”, I asked. “Hell, Yes!”, was her immediate reply.
Still in the closet, or should I say “the house” most recently my wife spent the late morning and afternoon on our porch with a close LGBTQ plutonic girlfriend. Leaving them to their conversations for several hours, my wife
taking a break from her friend and work, came to me and asked if she could tell her
friend that I liked to cross dress. I encouraged her to do so, thus exposing myself to an active LGBTQ community in our isolated rural Sierra Nevada community.
Fast forward – early morning, two days later and I am
prompted for Tammy to for come out and play for the afternoon and join my wife
for dinner thus allowing for time to prepare Tammy for cocktail hour. Another
first! My wife never surprises!
Thanks to my wife, her security in our relationship, her friendship and confidence with an openly lesbian girlfriend, Tammy is getting the chance to come out, enter the world with a local support group and more importantly the support of my wonderful, understanding and most beautiful wife!
- Currently, where are you at with you wife’s acceptance of your thrill of cross dressing?
- What are some of the limits your wife places on your thrill of cross dressing if any at all?
- Do you and your wife have one on one girl dates together where you shop and have dinner together both as females!
Thanks for taking the time to read my article and please take to the time to either respond to my writings in the article or offer up an answer to one or more of the questions I’ve posed to you above!
Sincerely, Tammy XOXOXO