I do think back and think how stupid I was when first going out. The inner drive to venture out really was unbearable. In the beginning my ventures were limited to a late night drive. My wife and I had two small kids. We were DADT. I would use the kids' bathroom to change into my outfit, which was always wig, bra, panty, slip, hosiery, dress and a low heel. Even makeup. I thin back and think, "What if one of the kids got up to go potty?" Surely, he or she would have tried the bathroom door. Once full attired I slipped out the door, leaving the porch light off. A jaunt through the neighborhood, and, maybe getting out of the car for a short walk. Once I venture a good ten miles from my house and even had a police car stop next to me on a light at mid night. "Oh, please do not pull me over!" Before I would get home I would change into male clothes and remove my makeup, if I was wearing any that night. For the life of me thinking back, at least some of those times my wife surely had to get up a go potty herself. I was naive to think she never realized her husband was not in the house. Did she know or suspect I was out cross dressing? What if she was awake when I returned? Or the kids? Darn, I was naive. She never ever said a word. Even on Halloween when I really dressed to the nines and went into stores to buy something.
I think back and think that was really "Don't Ask, Don't Tell." A real stick your head in the sand and ignore hubby's cross dressing.
