RachelPortugal
01-08-2011, 10:47 AM
I was not sure whether to post this in this MTF section or in the Loved Ones section. Also, I apologise now for its length.
2011 has started well for me, after receiving an unexpected invitation for my wife, Marnie, and I to spend New Year's Eve with another CD/TV (Andrea62) and his wife at their home in northern France. Well on telling Marnie about the invitation, she was quick to say, "yes" and then she became concerned that I had anything suitable to wear. We were on a 5 week road trip in our motorhome and I had only taken a very sparse femme wardrobe at Marnie's request, but I was happy that I had a suitable outfit - black ankle boots, purple leggings (to cover up the stubbly legs), short black skirt and black blouse. I was allowed to treat myself to some new foundation, face powder and lipstick!
This would be the first time that either of us had socialised with another CD/TV. For the three days between receiving the invitation and the actual evening, we chatted a fair bit about what to expect, what to do, should I arrive "en femme" or change when I arrived. In the end, I decided to change on the way, in the motorhome. Applying foundation and powder was no issue whilst on the move, but eyes and lips had to wait until we stopped just outside the town, so Marnie could change too. We pulled up opposite Andrea's house and as we got out of the motorhome Marnie's reaction was "Oh s#\t!", when she saw "Andrea" waiting at the door in drab. Had we misunderstood the invitation and the evening was not going to be a femme one? Too late now, as I walked across the road in my heels and skirt.
After the introductions, we all sat in the lounge chatting. I was not too self conscious about being "dressed" in the company of a man and two women, but was somewhat relieved when "Andrea" was excused to get changed.
Whilst the evening was ostensibly about me being able to dress, Marnie was keen to learn as much as she could from Andrea and Gill, knowing that they often hosted "dressing" weekends at their guest house. Marnie discovered that Gill, like her had been in the dark about her husband's crossdressing for many years, which seemed to lift a weight off her shoulders, now knowing first hand that she was not the only wife to have been deceived for so long. Crossdressing did not dominate the conversation over dinner or afterwards with coffee. We discussed many topics. It was just like any dinner party and feeling so at ease I seemed to be oblivious to the fact that I was dressed "en femme", it was such a "normal" evening.
After leaving Andrea and Gill, we had a 5 day drive home ahead of us. During the journey we talked more than normal and more openly about crossdressing - Marnie sorted through her make-up and passed on various lipsticks, eyeshadow and liners and promised to do the same with her jewellery when we arrived home. She is even keen for us to make time to go to a CD/TV/TS social evening the next time we are in the UK to further help her understanding of having a CD/TV husband. She has even said that she will not mind seeing more of Rachael, but not full-time, which is not what I would want either.
I already knew that it was not always easy for a CD/TV's wife to accompany her husband whilst he is "en femme", but that evening spent in the company of Andrea and Gill was a far cry from an earlier evening on our road trip. Whilst in The Netherlands, we had a couple of evenings free so we thought about going to Amsterdam. I found out about Lellebels, a LGBT/Dragshow bar and suggested we go there as part of a night out. Marnie freaked at the thought of a half hour train journey with Rachael, let alone the crowded platforms on a Satuday evening and walking through Amsterdam red light district, so we reached a compromise. I went fully underdressed (mind you, I always wear girly panties), with breast forms under a black unisex top with boot cut jeans over black wet look ankle boots with 3-4" heels, plus discrete eye make-up, which Marnie likes me to wear even when in drab. Marnie was OK with the femme boots because they were largely hidden by the jeans and the breasts were hidden by a leather jacket. Yes we had a fun time at the bar and Marnie said later that she would not have minded me wearing full make-up and a wig inside the club, but not out in the crowded street. That just frightens her!
Perhaps there is a moral to this story, but that is for you to decide. I now know that easing Marnie into polite CD/TV society with Rachael is something I should have tried years ago, then who knows she may well have come to totally accept us going out in public as a couple of girls by now. Only time can tell how things progress in the future. We are looking on 2011 as a new beginning for Marnie, Ray and Rachael, having also just moved to a new home. Marnie is also keen on the idea of hosting a day or evening for other crossdressers (and their partners) at our home, if we can make more contact with other CD/TVs in Portugal.
2011 has started well for me, after receiving an unexpected invitation for my wife, Marnie, and I to spend New Year's Eve with another CD/TV (Andrea62) and his wife at their home in northern France. Well on telling Marnie about the invitation, she was quick to say, "yes" and then she became concerned that I had anything suitable to wear. We were on a 5 week road trip in our motorhome and I had only taken a very sparse femme wardrobe at Marnie's request, but I was happy that I had a suitable outfit - black ankle boots, purple leggings (to cover up the stubbly legs), short black skirt and black blouse. I was allowed to treat myself to some new foundation, face powder and lipstick!
This would be the first time that either of us had socialised with another CD/TV. For the three days between receiving the invitation and the actual evening, we chatted a fair bit about what to expect, what to do, should I arrive "en femme" or change when I arrived. In the end, I decided to change on the way, in the motorhome. Applying foundation and powder was no issue whilst on the move, but eyes and lips had to wait until we stopped just outside the town, so Marnie could change too. We pulled up opposite Andrea's house and as we got out of the motorhome Marnie's reaction was "Oh s#\t!", when she saw "Andrea" waiting at the door in drab. Had we misunderstood the invitation and the evening was not going to be a femme one? Too late now, as I walked across the road in my heels and skirt.
After the introductions, we all sat in the lounge chatting. I was not too self conscious about being "dressed" in the company of a man and two women, but was somewhat relieved when "Andrea" was excused to get changed.
Whilst the evening was ostensibly about me being able to dress, Marnie was keen to learn as much as she could from Andrea and Gill, knowing that they often hosted "dressing" weekends at their guest house. Marnie discovered that Gill, like her had been in the dark about her husband's crossdressing for many years, which seemed to lift a weight off her shoulders, now knowing first hand that she was not the only wife to have been deceived for so long. Crossdressing did not dominate the conversation over dinner or afterwards with coffee. We discussed many topics. It was just like any dinner party and feeling so at ease I seemed to be oblivious to the fact that I was dressed "en femme", it was such a "normal" evening.
After leaving Andrea and Gill, we had a 5 day drive home ahead of us. During the journey we talked more than normal and more openly about crossdressing - Marnie sorted through her make-up and passed on various lipsticks, eyeshadow and liners and promised to do the same with her jewellery when we arrived home. She is even keen for us to make time to go to a CD/TV/TS social evening the next time we are in the UK to further help her understanding of having a CD/TV husband. She has even said that she will not mind seeing more of Rachael, but not full-time, which is not what I would want either.
I already knew that it was not always easy for a CD/TV's wife to accompany her husband whilst he is "en femme", but that evening spent in the company of Andrea and Gill was a far cry from an earlier evening on our road trip. Whilst in The Netherlands, we had a couple of evenings free so we thought about going to Amsterdam. I found out about Lellebels, a LGBT/Dragshow bar and suggested we go there as part of a night out. Marnie freaked at the thought of a half hour train journey with Rachael, let alone the crowded platforms on a Satuday evening and walking through Amsterdam red light district, so we reached a compromise. I went fully underdressed (mind you, I always wear girly panties), with breast forms under a black unisex top with boot cut jeans over black wet look ankle boots with 3-4" heels, plus discrete eye make-up, which Marnie likes me to wear even when in drab. Marnie was OK with the femme boots because they were largely hidden by the jeans and the breasts were hidden by a leather jacket. Yes we had a fun time at the bar and Marnie said later that she would not have minded me wearing full make-up and a wig inside the club, but not out in the crowded street. That just frightens her!
Perhaps there is a moral to this story, but that is for you to decide. I now know that easing Marnie into polite CD/TV society with Rachael is something I should have tried years ago, then who knows she may well have come to totally accept us going out in public as a couple of girls by now. Only time can tell how things progress in the future. We are looking on 2011 as a new beginning for Marnie, Ray and Rachael, having also just moved to a new home. Marnie is also keen on the idea of hosting a day or evening for other crossdressers (and their partners) at our home, if we can make more contact with other CD/TVs in Portugal.