These days I don't really get satisfaction from dressing unless I can do it all the way (makeup, wig, everything). And for that, I have to settle for my every 2-4 month day-long hotel stays. On my last such stay I ventured out way further than ever before, visiting a close-byTJ Maxx and doing a bit of shopping. It was incredible, and I don't even think I got clocked very much. Until then all I'd done was stroll the hotel lobby a couple times.
But now I'm at a "cross"-roads and don't know where to go. My wife doesn't know that I left the hotel last time, or that I have ever left my hotel room for that matter. And I'm sure it would make her uncomfortable to know I did so, mostly due to her fear for my safety. I can live with not telling her by saying to myself that it was "just one time" and that I had to experience it once in my life. But in truth, I'd really like to make it a regular thing, and doing that takes it to a much different level. Suddenly I'd be in the habit of keeping something much bigger from her, which I can't do in good conscience for our marriage. So that puts me squarely back in the hotel room to keep honest with her, which is still fun, but is feeling cramped now.
I want to talk to her about it, but I think it would just make her very uncomfortable (not to mention possibly stir the pot for me going out last time). I don't ever see her feeling comfortable with me being in public, given that someone could recognize, or worse, target me. She just worries in that way. I often think to myself that perhaps if she saw a photo of Camille, she would be less worried, seeing that I blend very well. In my fantasies of this, she is *shocked* by how good I look, and many of her concerns and conceptions go out the window. But I think that's pink fog talking. I may blend in public, and look OK to you girls, but to her I'll still be her husband in a dress, which gives her a whole different lens on it. Plus she's made it very clear in the past that she's not interested in seeing me dressed.
I will never be in the habit of lying to my wife about this as a regular thing, but at the same time I can't deny my desire to be out in the world as Camille. This girl would like more than just to sit in the hotel room and take photos of herself. So I don't know where to go or what to do, and would love any advice from you girls.
Love,
Camille