Back in 1984 I separated from my first wife who detested my crossdressing and even purged my things for me. I was devastated at the loss of a beautiful wig and several nice tops, skirts, dresses, and shoes. Believe me, it was traumatic. But that was her justification to stay married. Fast forward--
We did separate, I got a small apartment, and eventually divorced. I tried counseling to try to get rid of the CD demon in my head. But after awhile I slowly realized that I couldn't change who I am. You know they say you can't change the spots on a leopard.
After being abstinent (and miserable) for a few months trying to be the model male, I finally gave in. It was a Saturday night that I went to a nearby city. I threw all caution to the wind. In a typical department store I bought a 3-pack of panties and a pair of pantyhose. In another specialty shop I bought a nightgown. The excuse was that these were for my (non-existant) girlfriend.
When I got back I showered and shaved everything. And then I got dressed in my new things, comfortably watched some TV, and then went to bed. The most wonderful thing happened in the middle of the night. I woke up and sudenly realized what I was wearing. I wish I could describe the exhilirating feeling I had for a few minutes before falling back to sleep. It was heavenly!
Eventually I started dating my second wife and things just got better every day! Long story short. I gave her a key to my apartment. One day I came home to find a beautiful pink robe laid out on my bed. I almost cried. She still surprises me after she goes shopping!
Cheryl
