AmyGaleRT
10-26-2012, 12:02 AM
I've been gone from this place awhile...partly because I was agonizing over the prospect of telling my fiancee, and the advice I got from the other girls here was "Tell her!" In no uncertain terms, of course. So I stayed away, because I figured that, until I could get over that hump, being here wouldn't do me a darn bit of good.
Well, it's happened! :o
My fiancee and I are up against a problem with her health that is pretty much going to require us to get married, to get her covered on my health insurance. However, I knew she had to be told before we got married. So, finally, expecting the worst, I told her, using a song we'd heard on the radio ("Walk on the Wild Side," Lou Reed) as my segue in. (When we'd heard it on the radio, she almost guessed my secret...I didn't exactly deny it then, just left it open.)
So I told her. And her reaction was: "So what? I don't mind."
I asked more followup questions to be sure. She was totally cool with it.
God! How could I have been carrying that on my chest for so long?
She and I talked some more, and lay together on the bed talking, and she was incredibly good at putting my mind at ease. I told her pretty much everything: where my clothes were, my femme name, the frequently-asked questions, the whole deal.
Eventually I said, "About the only thing I could do is go get dressed for you." She had no objection, and it took me a little bit, but I got to the point where I wanted to dress for her. So I went and got out my clothes, and dressed the whole way...tights, dress, shoes, jewelry, no makeup though. I went in to show her...and she joked that she wanted to smack me, because I looked more feminine than she did. :battingeyelashes:
It turned into an impromptu fashion show, as I ducked back out to swap dresses, jewelry, and shoes several times. She didn't bat an eye, but she did like some of my dresses. (Why not? I like them too. :) ) And she may want to borrow my earrings, as she doesn't have pierced ears either. I'm OK with that. Finally, I came out just wearing a simple purple dress and panties, and said, "This is what I'd normally wear just around the house, if you're OK with that." She was. I'm still wearing them as I type this.
She draws the line at me going out dressed (which I'm a bit timid for, anyway, so I wouldn't be doing that) and at me wearing my nightgowns to bed. The latter does hurt, a bit, but I can live with that, and maybe she'll relax on that point later, I don't know yet.
Yes, I've got to be mindful of the "pink fog" striking. But she's just the kind of woman to smack me if I get out of line...and I already knew that. :)
I guess I'm about the luckiest gal on Earth. :D
- Amy
Well, it's happened! :o
My fiancee and I are up against a problem with her health that is pretty much going to require us to get married, to get her covered on my health insurance. However, I knew she had to be told before we got married. So, finally, expecting the worst, I told her, using a song we'd heard on the radio ("Walk on the Wild Side," Lou Reed) as my segue in. (When we'd heard it on the radio, she almost guessed my secret...I didn't exactly deny it then, just left it open.)
So I told her. And her reaction was: "So what? I don't mind."
I asked more followup questions to be sure. She was totally cool with it.
God! How could I have been carrying that on my chest for so long?
She and I talked some more, and lay together on the bed talking, and she was incredibly good at putting my mind at ease. I told her pretty much everything: where my clothes were, my femme name, the frequently-asked questions, the whole deal.
Eventually I said, "About the only thing I could do is go get dressed for you." She had no objection, and it took me a little bit, but I got to the point where I wanted to dress for her. So I went and got out my clothes, and dressed the whole way...tights, dress, shoes, jewelry, no makeup though. I went in to show her...and she joked that she wanted to smack me, because I looked more feminine than she did. :battingeyelashes:
It turned into an impromptu fashion show, as I ducked back out to swap dresses, jewelry, and shoes several times. She didn't bat an eye, but she did like some of my dresses. (Why not? I like them too. :) ) And she may want to borrow my earrings, as she doesn't have pierced ears either. I'm OK with that. Finally, I came out just wearing a simple purple dress and panties, and said, "This is what I'd normally wear just around the house, if you're OK with that." She was. I'm still wearing them as I type this.
She draws the line at me going out dressed (which I'm a bit timid for, anyway, so I wouldn't be doing that) and at me wearing my nightgowns to bed. The latter does hurt, a bit, but I can live with that, and maybe she'll relax on that point later, I don't know yet.
Yes, I've got to be mindful of the "pink fog" striking. But she's just the kind of woman to smack me if I get out of line...and I already knew that. :)
I guess I'm about the luckiest gal on Earth. :D
- Amy