Things pretty much were dormanent up until my middle thirties. The urge was always there though. My wife is tall with large feet. She can actually wear my shoes but I can almost fit into hers, which had things interesting. One night we were talking about lingerie and I asked what it was like to wear nylons. She told me if I wanted to find out for myself, I could wear some of hers. Never one to turn down a opportunity. I had on some black nylons within minutes of her suggestion. We contuinued to watch tv and the idea of adding some shoes/boots was suggested. The next thing I knew I was wearing some cool looking boots. Lets just say the rest of the night was filled with some fun activities. This was the second beginging. I took it real slow with her. A couple of months later I asked her if she wanted to try the nylon thing again and she was all forit. Girls, I was off running. I had never worn nylons before this and what had I been missing.
Because of a job transfer, we had to relocate to western side of Michigan. I used to buy her a lot of lingerie. As time went by I would occasionally ask if I could wear some of it to bed and she was always agreeable. Problem was when ever she tried to bring up of the subject of me being a crossdresser, I would deny it. I pretty mush restricted my self to wearing just garters, nylons and shoes around her. In the meantime I had started to collect bras. My biggest thrill was when I purchased some silicone breast forms. Keeping those hidden was a challenge. I think she always suspected there was more to my denials but never pushed or told to me stop. In fact one night after another one of my denials she made the statemet I could anything I wanted as long as I did not embarrass her or go out in public. My wife works nights and it got to the point that I dreaded going to bed by myself. The only way I could sleep was wearing a bra and forms. I found myself liking that more and more. I got scared one night that I was enjoying it too much and purged almost all of it. That was about a year ago.
Back in August we were watching a show On MSNBC about two people who had SRS surgery and wanted to switch back. Again my wife makes a statement about how much longer it will be before I will want to live female full time and again I deny everything. That show had struck a nerve though. A year without Jennifer was making me miserable and later that night we were laying in bed. I simply asked her if I was crossdresser and her response was yes. I asked if she was ok with that and her response sure. Again I reassured her that I would not embarrass her, go out in public or dress in front of our two kids. I have told her I will dress to what her comfort level is. I have since started to purchase some bras and even some knee high boots.
Recently we talked again and she said if I wear sweatshirts no one will notice that I am wearing a bra. She is even purchasing makeup for me to use. Is she a special lady or what. I can not begin to discribe what it has meant to no longer be in denial.
The story kind of got long but thanks for listening. It promises to be anamazing journey.
