I just came back from walking the dog together with my wife, but this time I managed to do it with my 3” heeled women’s boots! She was adamant at first (DADT-bending relationship), but accepted it in the end. True, it was dark outside and it was within our complex, but nonetheless I found it a major step for me! We could have encountered some neighbors, and the clicking sound of my heels on the ground was announcing “women’s shoes” to the world... I was also wearing my forms and bra (slightly obvious despite the heavy jacket), my usual pantyhose and a touch of mascara. Needless to say I loved it!
Back home wearing a nice pleated soft skirt with my silky blouse, bra and forms...and heels, of course. My wife didn’t complain too much. Only after an initial “agh” she seemed to accept my look. Not sure where this is heading but I’m taking further steps into an unknown. I’m finding it harder and harder to keep myself from my true self...