JoAnnDallas
04-07-2008, 11:08 AM
Last year I finally told my wife about my fem side. We set some ground rules back then.
1, I could have one Saturday afternoon to be my girlself.
2. She did not want to see me dressed or pictures of me dressed.
3. I was to keep my fem clothing out of sight.
4. I was to wash and clean my own things.
This is was the status until about a week before Christmas. I usually get up way before she does. One morning it was real cold, so I borrowed a long fleece robe that zips up the front. Well one of the cats pushed my cereal bowl off the kitchen counter. This caused my wife to get up and come into the kitchen to find out what the loud noise was. Well she sees me in her robe but does not say anything. I tell her everything is OK and she goes back to bed. Then two days before Christmas she asks if I would like to have a robe like hers. I said “yes”, so on Christmas Eve we go to Macy’s. So we are looking at similar robes and she says “Try them on, so you will know they fit”. So I try them on, right there in front of everyone. Funny how I was not embarrassed and neither was wife. I select a robe, (PINK of course) and then she asks if I want anything else. I tell her maybe some new PJ’s. So we look at PJ’s and I select a PINK pair of Satin PJ’s. On the way to checkout she spots some fuzzy slippers and hands me a pair of PINK fuzzy slippers. So since then I have walked around the house wearing my PJ’s, robe, and slippers even around her and to bed.
I have been wearing panties pretty much 24/7 since she found out. With our agreement, I usually wait until my Saturday to do my washing. For some unknown reason (guess it was a senior moment), I am changing panties and by mistake dropped a Pink pair with little white flowers in the laundry basket. So we are sitting in the living room last night watching TV and she says, “Are those your PINK panties in the laundry basket?” First thought I had was “OH SH…..”, then decided to just to say, “Yes”. She then says if I have any more that need washing, to put them in the laundry basket. I said, “OK”. I get up and get the ones that are waiting to be washed and put them in the laundry basket. So I guess it’s another small step to acceptance. I hope I can now start keeping my panties in my dresser drawer with my drab underwear.
1, I could have one Saturday afternoon to be my girlself.
2. She did not want to see me dressed or pictures of me dressed.
3. I was to keep my fem clothing out of sight.
4. I was to wash and clean my own things.
This is was the status until about a week before Christmas. I usually get up way before she does. One morning it was real cold, so I borrowed a long fleece robe that zips up the front. Well one of the cats pushed my cereal bowl off the kitchen counter. This caused my wife to get up and come into the kitchen to find out what the loud noise was. Well she sees me in her robe but does not say anything. I tell her everything is OK and she goes back to bed. Then two days before Christmas she asks if I would like to have a robe like hers. I said “yes”, so on Christmas Eve we go to Macy’s. So we are looking at similar robes and she says “Try them on, so you will know they fit”. So I try them on, right there in front of everyone. Funny how I was not embarrassed and neither was wife. I select a robe, (PINK of course) and then she asks if I want anything else. I tell her maybe some new PJ’s. So we look at PJ’s and I select a PINK pair of Satin PJ’s. On the way to checkout she spots some fuzzy slippers and hands me a pair of PINK fuzzy slippers. So since then I have walked around the house wearing my PJ’s, robe, and slippers even around her and to bed.
I have been wearing panties pretty much 24/7 since she found out. With our agreement, I usually wait until my Saturday to do my washing. For some unknown reason (guess it was a senior moment), I am changing panties and by mistake dropped a Pink pair with little white flowers in the laundry basket. So we are sitting in the living room last night watching TV and she says, “Are those your PINK panties in the laundry basket?” First thought I had was “OH SH…..”, then decided to just to say, “Yes”. She then says if I have any more that need washing, to put them in the laundry basket. I said, “OK”. I get up and get the ones that are waiting to be washed and put them in the laundry basket. So I guess it’s another small step to acceptance. I hope I can now start keeping my panties in my dresser drawer with my drab underwear.