Hello to all,
New to this site, but lerking for a long time just reading and getting more support than you realize.
To give you some perspective, I am nearly 55 years old.
I know there are other threads on this subject, but most seemed older; so I wanted to start a fresh one.
Anyways, I remember when I was7-9 years old and found a pair of my mothers pantyhose drying in the shower. I tried them on, ruining them of course as I did not know how to put them on correctly. I remember trying to put them on like a pair of pants, not good. I figured out how to put them on correctly rather quickly, and would do so every chance I got.
Then came high school and my pantyhose thing died down. At a high school halloween party, my girlfriend dressed me in her cheer leading outfit and I was in heaven all night. Then came college and joining the work force with little to no activity.
Then suddenly, about 20 years ago, it all came flooding back. It started by wearing the wife lingerie when home alone. Then, I became more daring and would wear it out under drab clothing, occasionally letting myself get caught by strangers.
About 10 years ago, I asked the wife if I could try on her used panties, which she agreed to. This lead to our purchasing of a few pair of panties for me. Then, one time shopping at a local thrift store, I picked up a pair of pantyhose and found they were a size that would fit. I showed them to her and her comment was, 'if you want them...' and into the cart they went.
Now, she is aware I enjoy crossdressing, but does know what I have as a wardrobe. On a day off of work where she had to work, I called her and asked if she minded if I went to a Good Will store in a neighboring community. She said go ahead.
At the store, I found a couple of skirts and dresses. The SA was very helpful and pleasant. I brought them home, but only had a small compartment to keep them in (out of sight, out of her mind).
This wardrobe has grown lightly over time (been purged once, but re-stocked later). She now has allowed me to hang my dresses (6) in the far end of my closet, allowing me more room in the compartment for additional clothing items.
We have an arrangement which allows me to go out one night a week (usually very early Sunday morning), for an hour or so, to do my 'running' around. She knows that I am dressing, but have to leave the house in drab mode and cannot change until away from home. I have asked her if she wants to come with me to see exactly what I am doing, but she has always declined. When I have asked if she has any questions, she says no and changes the subject. She has seen me dressed in womens pants, exercise shorts, and pantyhose, but nothing more than that.
I am hopeful that someday she will be more open for this and accompany me on an outing.