The last year or so has been a rollercoaster ride. To think it was only 9 months ago that crosdressing for me consisted of underdressing at work with nothing “allowed” at home. Early this year I bought my first wig and “fully” dressed in my locked office over lunch once in a while (minus the make-up off course). Now I’ve gone out fully transformed with my wife on the odd occasion and get to visit on the fortnight. There is still a lot of trepidation there, and my wife would still prefer me to be free of crossdressing. Kudos to her though for coming an awful long way in accommodating the “un-Christian” behavior called crossdressing. From my side I try and limit the impact of all this to as little as possible on her life. Our relationship has grown immensely, and though we’ve fought more in the last twelve months than in the twelve years preceding that, we are closer than ever with a heightened understanding of each other’s plight. I never knew that fighting can be a good thing, since it clears the air. I used to think avoiding it was the way to go. Boy was I wrong!
To the next bit and the downside of “acceptance”. I used to be a bit of a scrooge, apparently not when it comes to crossdressing! I own a total of three wigs, which I will call my own. My wife (with my help) has amassed nine wigs in the same time! She has no gripes about sharing them with me though. My make-up skills are (finally!) starting to show an upward curve so I’ve started to upgrade my cosmetics away from the cheap stuff. Taking her cue from me my wife has started to follow suit, away from the budget stuff to some proper quality ones, a good thing since she’s developed some skin conditions. Friday I stopped at the shops to fill the one gap in my closet: the LBD since we’re planning on going to a ballet (yes you would never get guy me there!). I bought her a similar one too, we call them our “scuba dresses”, you will see why when we post pictures. She wanted to see the other options so we went there again on Saturday. We walked out of there with another two dresses (for her) but she kept the one I chose (knew I had good taste!). A small price to pay seeing as my “scuba dress” will require some adjustments and I got to see her in a bandage dress. (She’s definitely getting one of those soon). She’s also scaled some of my tops, but it’s all good, they would probably only be worn once a year otherwise.
I was a bit under the weather over the weekend and started making some funny noises to clear my throat so I go:
“I think I may be changing into a vintage car”.
“Which one?” she enquires.
“A model-T (Ford)” I replied innocently.
It was her who drew the connection.