I wanted to share two short stories involving my wife with you.
1) Recently the owner of a local vintage clothing store advertised on Facebook that she was looking for people to model her dresses, and stated that she was open to either gender. My wife encouraged me to volunteer. Although it sounded like fun, I was reluctant, noting that the store posts the photos on their Facebook page, and that we have a number of friends that follow it. My wife shrugged this off, saying that I should just create a Facebook account for Jamie. She seemed to think nobody would recognize me, or at least was unconcerned if they did. This seemed a little too risky to me; and normally it's my wife that is the level-headed one when it comes to my crossdressing. I ended up not doing it, but wonder if I'm passing up on a great opportunity to be more open about my identity.
2) A few days ago my wife was using a razor on her upper lip said to me, "Look, I'm crossdressing." I said, "It's not crossdressing to remove hair." And she said "Well, ladies aren't supposed to have hair here." To which I replied, "Well you'll always be a pretty lady to me." She was touched, saying "Aww, thanks," and impishly replied, "You'll always be a pretty lady to me, too!" I was equally touched, and replied "Aww, thanks!"