My husband and I were at a gay bar recently where we met a nice lesbian couple, maybe a couple years younger than us, (early 20s). We hit it off right away and sat out on the patio area with them for about an hour or so. My husband and one of the girls got up to get us another round of beers from inside when the girl I was left sitting with asked me if I ever wished my husband wasn't a cross dresser. This is something I never gave any thought to before honestly it's all I know. We met and started dating our senior year of high school and before him I only really had two real boyfriends, most boys just wanted to be friends with me.
His dressing has always been a fun part of our relationship, and amusingly was kind of an ice breaker for us. I had a major crush on him and sat behind him in a couple classes and he always wore girls skinny jeans (as most skater/scene kids did at the time) and on more than a few occasions when he would lean forward to talk to the girl in front of him I noticed he had panties on and one day I very awkwardly told him so. The first time we hung out outside of school I played dress up with him and we had so much fun and those are some of my favorite memories. I wouldn't trade that for any typical "first date" with a "normal" guy.
What we have may not be considered normal but it's ours and I wouldn't want it any other way.