Charlotte Ann
10-05-2016, 12:38 PM
We did it! We went for our first ultra public outing with him dressed. Cute as a button in jeans and a magenta form fitting button down top. He was absolutely adorable , frantic and radiant all at once. I had a great time styling his wig putting on his make -up. I watched endless hours of you tube videos on beard coverage over the previous week and was sure I nailed it. As he stood in the mirror looking at his transformation I could almost hear him chanting " happy place " in his head .
He decided the outing would be to the airport to meet his brother who has always been supportive and open minded as to his crossdressing. After a downtown bar known for its non judgmental patrons and staff. Which was fun for a quick beer and some well deserved compliments made towards my husband who had transitioned quickly into "her" our radiant older woman. :)
We were to meet his brother at the curb by baggage claim an area where it is shaded from the overpasses seemed safe and low key enough. To my surprise as we pulled into the airport he turned to me and said lets meet him inside. My mouth swung open a bit and I said " are you sure ? " yes I am sure. " Ok let's do this "I said while thinking he was either brave or crazy perhaps both however the pot can't call the kettle black . As there I was there right by her side.
With that we were off into the elevator him nervously looking down at his "D" size breast forms . They fit him amazing well considering his small frame. The shape of them look incredibly natural. Not surprisingly his breasts were the only thing noticed by every straight male in the airport lol! Suddenly his fear became laughter and an apology for the male gender and their inability to ignore anything above the neckline. :)
There we stood at bottom of the stairs to baggage claim at a major international airport waiting among hundreds of people. I was stunned and amazed at the confidence it took for him pull that off. My husbands brother smiled after the initial WTF moment and gave him big hug. He said it took him a minute to recognize him and register but he acted like normal . Later he said " he never dressed in public " I said well it's proof he has balls :)
For a week following he was mostly dressed , cheerful and relaxed. Now for the last two weeks he seems to be agitated. It's evident he enjoys his lady time more than he is comfortable to admit and it causes him remorse.
When he is dressed I can see the smile in his eyes and the spring in his step that he can't. The way he seems content like all is right in the world. Full of laughter, less serious, adorable , fragile and cute as hell . Or perhaps he does see it and that is the issue.
He said once he didn't want it to change him . There is truth in that statement dressing does change his demeanor. In my opinion it's in a good way but eventually the clothes come off for days at a time and he's just him ... my guy :) perhaps that's what he doesn't see. At the end of the day we are only who we are. I almost envy the outlet he has in his crossdressing. If it wasn't for the after guilt.
Not all of us wives side eye a man in our shoes. Some of us only get angry when they steal them :) but when he throws them instead of just putting them on when he wants to. That's the hardest part for both of us.
He decided the outing would be to the airport to meet his brother who has always been supportive and open minded as to his crossdressing. After a downtown bar known for its non judgmental patrons and staff. Which was fun for a quick beer and some well deserved compliments made towards my husband who had transitioned quickly into "her" our radiant older woman. :)
We were to meet his brother at the curb by baggage claim an area where it is shaded from the overpasses seemed safe and low key enough. To my surprise as we pulled into the airport he turned to me and said lets meet him inside. My mouth swung open a bit and I said " are you sure ? " yes I am sure. " Ok let's do this "I said while thinking he was either brave or crazy perhaps both however the pot can't call the kettle black . As there I was there right by her side.
With that we were off into the elevator him nervously looking down at his "D" size breast forms . They fit him amazing well considering his small frame. The shape of them look incredibly natural. Not surprisingly his breasts were the only thing noticed by every straight male in the airport lol! Suddenly his fear became laughter and an apology for the male gender and their inability to ignore anything above the neckline. :)
There we stood at bottom of the stairs to baggage claim at a major international airport waiting among hundreds of people. I was stunned and amazed at the confidence it took for him pull that off. My husbands brother smiled after the initial WTF moment and gave him big hug. He said it took him a minute to recognize him and register but he acted like normal . Later he said " he never dressed in public " I said well it's proof he has balls :)
For a week following he was mostly dressed , cheerful and relaxed. Now for the last two weeks he seems to be agitated. It's evident he enjoys his lady time more than he is comfortable to admit and it causes him remorse.
When he is dressed I can see the smile in his eyes and the spring in his step that he can't. The way he seems content like all is right in the world. Full of laughter, less serious, adorable , fragile and cute as hell . Or perhaps he does see it and that is the issue.
He said once he didn't want it to change him . There is truth in that statement dressing does change his demeanor. In my opinion it's in a good way but eventually the clothes come off for days at a time and he's just him ... my guy :) perhaps that's what he doesn't see. At the end of the day we are only who we are. I almost envy the outlet he has in his crossdressing. If it wasn't for the after guilt.
Not all of us wives side eye a man in our shoes. Some of us only get angry when they steal them :) but when he throws them instead of just putting them on when he wants to. That's the hardest part for both of us.