My SO (for want of a better term) knew about the history of my CDing before we were married but it had never raised its head within the marriage due to kids, lack of opportunity and a general feeling that it had been put behind me. Without going into too much detail she left me for a couple of years but is back in the marital home and we lead separate lives but get on for the sake of the children. During the ‘break’ my CDing naturally came back and for the last few years I’ve been a work in progress.
I’d kept my recent CDing under wraps but was finding the subterfuge starting to become a pain. And so I took the decision to tell her that I was actively dressing. She exploded and vociferously objected, mainly on behalf of the children.
Later on, when she had calmed down and saw that I was deeply unhappy she relented and said she would rather have me doing something that made me happy than having me miserable. The condition was that I kept it out of the house and away from the children.
A couple of weeks later, I asked her if she would look at some of my photos. If you see how I look, then I am more prepared to accept your comments, I told her. She eventually did look and said that I looked amazing but I needed to ‘lose the wig – it makes you look like a typical transvestite’ she said (tact isn’t her strongest feature) - hence my new image. This was about two weeks ago.
Because she works during the day I had time, yesterday, to fully dress and makeup. After a spot of lunch I decided to take a few pix of me in my lounge. Outside on the street I could see some teachers with some schoolkids and their bicycles learning cycling proficiency. Suddenly I heard a knock on the (locked) door. Thinking it was the teacher, and feeling quite confident with my appearance, I decided to answer the door.
I don’t know who was more shocked, me or my SO who had come home unexpectedly! She works part-time but spends a lot of time out of the house. ‘Oh. My. God!’ she said slowly as she came in. ‘Oh, this is so-o-o weird’ she continued as we went into the kitchen. Normally she rings to let me know if she’s coming back so I was taken aback (to put it mildly) when I saw her. ‘Well, I suppose you’ve got to see me dressed at some point,’ I said in a not-too-girly voice.
She could hardly look at me at first and it took her a while to get used to me being dressed but two things happened. One was her eventual acceptance of me being dressed. In fact, at one point she called me Cheryl and later said that it was difficult to get her head round the fact that it was (the male) me she was with! I was delighted as it meant that I presented well as a woman. The second thing was that as she settled down and we began to do normal everyday things around the house, me being dressed felt so, so, so RIGHT! It was 10 times better than dressing on my own. In fact, to quote from the Simpsons – it felt disturbingly comfortable!
The only downside to the afternoon was having to change back before the kids came back from school. It reminded me of Sunday evenings when I was a kid with school the next day, when my mum would call me in as it was bath night and I had to leave playing with my friends.
Although I don’t intend to dress anymore in her presence it’s nice to know that I don’t have to be constantly worrying about getting caught by her arriving home. Mind you, a certain level of secrecy still has to be maintained for the children’s sake.
A few weeks ago, I would never have thought that I’d have got to this stage at home with visits planned to a support group in Blackpool and a night out in the gay/LGBT area of Manchester!
Yes, life feels pretty good at the moment.
Cheryl
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. Here's hoping the ice thaws some more for you and life becomes a lot sweeter.
Originally Posted by CONSUELO
