Not sure where to post this.... Should have been in the picture gallery but...
I was so sure today was going to be that first picture post, show the real me, post a face shot avatar and take that next step. But no!!!!
Now my wife has historically been really hot and cold over the whole crossdressing thing, mostly displaying the, 'do what you want but I don't want to see, don't want to know and don't care as long as you don't embarrass me.' This has softened over the past year or so, since my mother who had come to stay with us finally succumbed to cancer. My wife has let me wear a little more around the house, heeled boots, painted toes, g string and bra but she still sets ground rules that are non negotiable. I learned early on that debate was futile and to accept what little gains I was given.
Yesterday I was surprised, extremely surprised, shocked no less... She bought me a wig! She did not just grab the first one at hand but actually thought it through. It is the same colour and style as my younger sister wears her hair. 100% human hair, shoulder length strawberry blonde. It is perfect, but she does not want to see me wearing it.... OK, she's working night shift tonight, let's see what we can do.
Hours of effort have left me practically in tears... I've never really had hair, crew cut through school and a shaved head from 24 years old. I've never seen the effects, the change to my face shape and what it accentuates. As many of you know, I did live (and still do live) the uber male life (yes probably compensating) military, special forces, police, big motorcycles, fast cars....
Now as a teenager and into my early twenties I boxed. I boxed for the state, I even boxed for the military. I could probably claim that, for a period I was the second best boxer in my state, 19 ametur bouts and I came second in every one!!! Eight times my nose was broken!!! One cracked jaw and one compression fracture of my eye socket is all I really have to show. And boy DO THEY SHOW!!!
Once I put the wig on, all I can see is the huge bend in my nose. It seems to highlight the asymmetry, exaggerate it even. It is totally ugly male!!!! It's more than a dissapointment, it to totally demoralising... I look like a thug in a wig. I look ridiculous, there is nothing even slightly feminine to my looks. So I've got no body hair and enough body fat and man boob to fake a cleavage but those small advantages can never outweigh this.
Short of plastic surgery, I'm at a loss to a solution. It seems I'll stay hidden away for whole lot longer...
Apologies...
Originally Posted by Teresa
I can imagine how the other guy turned out! 
I remember when I was a frosh in high school (secondary, I think it's called down under), the nun who taught me in my elementary catholic school saw me at one of my high school football games (American football). I was in the band and already knew I was gay, so being around the jocks terrified me. The nun asked me why I didn't go out for football like my other buddies. I stood there, and thought, Well, Sister, football just hurts too much, and I don't like to be hit!, DUHHH! "twist and snap girlfriend" 
'Course - with the boxing reference some of us might have been expecting Stallone in a wig... 
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