Hi All,
This morning while getting ready to go to the store, I had a comical “realization.” After a shower and shaving my legs, shoulers, an underarms, I was dressed in a garter belt, fishnet stockings, a stretch camisole top, and a comfortable pair of panties getting ready for the day with involved a trip to the grocery store and cooking for the week ahead.
What was so comical about it? I needed to get my handlebar mustache waxed and looking presentable. I had to chuckle at the odd disconnect between the two. I’ve got a neatly trimmed beard as well. Anyway, I got myself dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a dickies mechanic shirt before heading off to go shopping. During all this my wife texted from her hotel bed where she’d been “ghost hunting” with her paranormal group the night before. I told her I was planning on spending the day dressed as I did some laundry and prepared the week’s lunches.
Right now I’m wearing the aforementioned undergarments along with a stretch pvc skirt, 4” heels, and a leather corset. The wife came home as I was in the kitchen chopping veggies for the soup. She didn’t even skip a beat as she came in and we chatted about her adventures from the night before. I’m a pretty lucky man!
If I had my way, I’d be clean shaven and work toward presenting and passing in public even thought I’m sure I couldn’t pull it off, but the wife really likes the facial hair - I’ve had a mustache since we met and she doesn’t like me without it. So, it is what it is. I’m satisfied with the situation. I can dress whenever I like in pretty much whatever I like and she doesn’t care, as long as I’m happy. In fact, we talked a while ago and she said she admired me for not caring what others think. If someone doesn’t like that I dress this way for myself, I won’t be with them. We’ve got a great relationship.
Anyway, what was going to be a short post became a long one and I hope some see the humor in my morning today.
Take care!