Last night I was taking care of some business in the washroom, I don't want to get to graphic but I want to tell the story how it happened. My wife came in to get changed and I was sitting there with my pants down to my ankles and tights and panties were just over the knee, she asked me what name brand tights I was wearing, I told her they were Silk brand and they are thicker then pantyhose and thinner then tights, they are so soft and comfortable they are called Silk Light tights. She explained that she was going to be working in the warehouse doing inventory the next few days and it's always cool there, and then asked me if I had an extra pair for her. I told her of course and she walked away telling me to remind her next time we go out shopping to buy me a few more pairs. At that point I starting thinking, would I ever would have imagined when I was twelve or thirteen that someday in the future my future wife would be asking me to borrow a pair of tights. It's almost like I forgot the road I traveled, the guilt the always believing something was wrong with me, and now here I am sitting on the john and my wife comes in and I am wearing tights and it's like a normal situation, and how many times I get changed before bed and take off my pants and i am wearing panties and pantyhose and my wife doesn't even flinch, it's like it's all normal. I pull out my arm and pitch myself, no it's not a dream, and for some reason I feel as if I take it all for granted, I take her for granted almost forgetting how I got here and how much she has contributed and supported me threw the ride. I think back and refresh my mind how confusing it really was growing up as a crossdresser and now it's like in my relationship it's all normal. Do you ever think back and think of the road that brought you were you are today, and are you happy were the road brought you or do you wish it would have made a turn further back. Again I pull out my arm and pitch myself even harder, still not a dream and hope it never turns into a nightmare.