Well, the first surprise was when she discovered the bustier I had carelessly left out in our bedroom (catch me!?). The second was the way she reacted. It had taken me a long time to imagine how I would tell her, and when she presented the bustier and asked me to explain, I said, "I don't want to talk about it," and then talked about it for hours.
All along, I had believed that she would be horrified, would kick me out of the house, would die of shame, and anything else bad one could imagine. But I think I needed the space of time to understand that I was going to dress and that I wasn't going to stop before I could really talk well about it, and the result so far:
1. great sex
2. fabulous communication -- dispelling of lifelong misconceptions about each other
3. lots of laughs
4. seeing a new side of her as she sees a new side of me
5. promises to take this journey together, starting at the lingerie section of Target and Macy's.
I can't be sure that everything I want, as it becomes clearer to me, will be okay with her. But we are miles ahead of where I ever dreamed we would be since this compulsion to dress first appeared to me. For two years I cringed at all the "tell your wife" advice on this and other forums, but wow! We love each other, for better and worse, and, what's so unexpected, is that her discovery of my crossdressing is the better.
So I know it will not be like this for everyone, but honestly I can't remember when the last time was that I felt this good about myself and about our marriage.
just fyi, if this helps anyone else....
elizabethamy