[SIZE="2"]I was dressing for several years before I told my ex-girlfriend. Oh, you wanted a STORY…Originally Posted by crossdressersfriend
It was a beautiful, sunny day, and Freddy was on cloud nine, having just tucked his masculinity away for the umpteenth time. He was a she, hidden from those who may do her harm, a secret in plain sight, a gender paradox in the midst of self-discovery. Alas, Freddy had to go somewhere, so he reluctantly put his girly things away, keeping the under-dressing in place for reasons of comfort and solidarity…
Freddy climbed into his trusty, rusty Jeep and drove south – he was supposed to drop off his camera at his girlfriend’s house, and spend a little time with her during the afternoon. Freddy wondered why he even needed an “outside” girlfriend, when he could be himself and let HER out to play anytime he chose – in his feminine approximation, based on many years of careful observation and yearning, he could blockade his boyishness and attain a blessed state of peace. Why complicate matters by bringing others, namely other females, into the equation? He knew his relationship was changing, caused by his increased attention to crossdressing and all that came with it, so why not go back to that fork in the road and take the correct path this time?
Freddy drove as if in a trance, navigating the twisting roads of Plymouth County as the heartfelt warbling of Mark Hollis emanated from the Jeep’s tiny speakers. Passing by a large, manicured cemetery, Freddy contemplated fleeting time, along with a need to think of this time, NOW, and use his own time wisely. He eventually pulled into his girlfriend’s driveway and parked under a large oak tree. Freddy unconsciously ran his hands over his legs, wishing he was wearing a cute skirt and not the clunky, drab pants he had on. With a sigh, he got out of the Jeep and walked to the back door of the house, actually a screened porch. “Let’s get this over with…” he thought to himself…
Freddy’s girlfriend greeted him at the door, and let him in with a kiss. Freddy softened right away, becoming less strident and more pliable – memories of nearly four years together came rushing back, and he selected the good times from this dizzying roller-coaster ride he was on. His girlfriend made tea for the occasion, and boy (girl in spirit) and actual girl sat at a tiny table in the kitchen, with north light streaming in through a high window. Freddy handed over his camera, and the young woman giggled like a schoolgirl – a few quick lessons about controls, focus, and aperture, and the ebullient GG was ready to go. Freddy felt better in his girlfriend’s presence, in fact he was much more subdued, calmer and collected than he had ever been – was this due to his secretive nature, and his willful turning-away from all manly behavior?
The tea, a combination of two disparate flavors, was excellent. While Freddy fumbled at a piece of shortbread, searching for a topic of conversation, his girlfriend abruptly got up and went in search of a photo album. Freddy admired her sea-green long skirt, no doubt worn FOR him, since his beloved preferred her own version of “drab.” Was she in a romantic mood? Freddy got no response from his boy shorts panties, which intrigued him no end. The young woman soon returned with a thick photo album, and she pulled her chair over to Freddy’s side of the table. Flipping a few pages and readjusting some loose images, Freddy’s girlfriend at last came to the thing she wanted to show him…
“Look at these pictures of my niece,” she said, “I took them last summer – she likes to wear dresses more than I do” Freddy’s beloved knew his artistic nature, being an artist herself, and she remembered all the paintings of girls he made during their art school days. “Isn’t she beautiful?” said the GG. Freddy was speechless. The girl, about 15-16 years old, was gorgeous, a Miss America type with sandy-blonde hair and a wistful smile. She posed in the backyard, the same environment Freddy could see outside the nearby window, and she wore a series of dresses that were elegant and refined, a veritable picture of femininity. Freddy was fascinated…
He looked at the photos over and over, studying them closely, trying to burn the images into his memory. He couldn’t wait to get home and dress up and dream of being like this particular girl, but he had to wait – how much longer would he have to be here with his girlfriend? Freddy looked at her, and she gave him a sympathetic, loving look that spoke of deep feelings. He looked once again at the photos, then back to his girlfriend’s face, back and forth. She touched his hand ever so softly. Freddy’s reserve dropped away without warning, and he looked deep into his girlfriend’s brown eyes. “I’m a transvestite…” he blurted out. There was a pause. “It’s...all right…” she answered, but Freddy suddenly felt very vulnerable and alone…
His girlfriend was smiling in a quizzical way, not knowing how to proceed or even IF to proceed, while Freddy was thinking of the time when he gave a precious group of his childhood drawings to a neighbor boy, only to find them lying in a mud puddle the next day. He vowed to never reveal his secrets ever again, but he had just done it – for a second he let his guard down, and now the cat was out of the bag. Body language was telling, for his girlfriend was now across the room, arms folded, leaning against a cabinet. She was the closest thing he had to a soul mate (her own declaration), so why was she further away? The subject changed, the moment was forgotten, and the rest of the afternoon passed without any further drama. After a farewell kiss, Freddy drove home in a confused state. Had he done his “self” a disservice? Time would tell…
It didn’t happen immediately, but over time Freddy’s impulsive declaration would end up in a mud puddle of increasing isolation, non-interest, humiliation, and betrayal. He learned the hard way to keep his secrets a secret, and protect them at all times. The concept of having a “soul mate” was shelved in favor of an incorporated being, itself a fragile human enterprise incapable of being understood or tolerated. In this case, self-love triumphed over love of another, but the love that they shared had a lasting legacy. Freddy met his ex for a reunion many years after they broke up, but, true to form, she still didn’t wish to talk about his crossdressing. This time, Freddy smiled…
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