My Coming Out story
Here's a story I wrote for a very nice blog.
A Minute of Honesty, A Lifetime of Change
I was pulling on my black thigh high stockings to wear with my black VS thong under my boy clothes to run some errands when my wife walked into the bedroom. She smiled and looked at me approvingly and asked if I was going to wear them shopping. I said yes very matter-of-factly and proceeded to get dressed after giving her a full body hug and kiss. Ten days ago she knew nothing about the lingerie I had hidden away that I would wear only when I knew I’d be home alone for a period of time. I harbored a real fear of sharing this side of my personality with her because I had always been the dominant male in our relationship. I had felt a very strong female side to my psyche since I was 6 or *********** but had done nothing to reveal it except that I was considered a “sensitive” male. My wife is very intuitive, and she always felt I “honored my female side,” as she put would put it to family and friends. I’ve preferred to shave my body for years, something she likes and sometimes helps with, but she didn’t know about anything else.
I didn’t like keeping my increasingly strong attraction to all things girly from her, but I had come to accept that it would probably be best and I could live with it if I had to. I was corresponding with several on-line friends who were farther along than I was – one cross-dressing with the help of a new girlfriend, and one a full-time sissy who has lived openly for years. They kept encouraging me to take the leap of faith I needed to share this side of me with my wife. We have a very strong relationship, going back to when we were high school sweethearts, and we love each other deeply. I felt this growing change in me was creating some distance between us, however, and she, with her very sensitive nature, detected it as well but had no idea why it was happening. The full-time sissy friend kept challenging me to be honest with her, and after thinking about it for weeks, I decided on a plan of action
About 10 days ago, she was working in the kitchen while I was showering. I had tried on the Victoria’s Secret thong she had in her dresser in the past, and I liked the way it fit me, so when I got out of the shower and was getting dressed, I got the thong out and put it on. Taking a deep breath I walked into the kitchen knowing she would first think I was just wearing a pair of my black briefs. I asked her where she got these, indicating the thong, and turned around boldly to show her what I really had on. She paused, and giggled, and then without missing a beat reached out and pulled the back out and looked at the label. “I don’t remember,” she said simply. “Do you like them?” “I love them,” I told her. “They fit better than anything in my underwear drawer.” After looking at my ass in them for a minute, she said, “Come on,” and we walked into the bedroom together. She proceeded to go through her underwear drawer and pull out several other similar items she didn’t wear often and hand them to me. “You’re welcome to anything in my underwear drawer,” she told me without any trace of scorn or judgment. That moment precipitated a longer discussion about my feelings of wanting to wear girly clothes and shoes at home, and she was surprised but also very supportive. The only thing she was a bit upset about was that I hadn’t revealed this part of me to her a long time ago. She couldn’t understand my reluctance to share this with her, and I told her I was unsure of her reaction and didn’t want to risk losing the love of my life. She assured me that would never happen, and she asked if this was the reason she had been feeling some distance between us. I told her it was, and now that I had come out to her about my desires, I felt completely different and relaxed about it. It took less than a minute for that change to happen.
Over the past 10 days we have had a lot of fun shopping together in the lingerie department for more thongs for me to wear. We’ve also gotten his and hers camisoles in different colors, and the other day I bought my first pair of heels in my size as well as a matching pair for her. I have no plans to do anything more than dress femme at home and wear girly things under my boy clothes going out, but being able to wear whatever I want any time I want has been heaven. I’m so fortunate to be married to a woman who thinks I look great in female clothes, lingerie and heels. As part of our ongoing discussion of this, she asked if this was a “fetish,” and I said that while wearing femme things can be sexually arousing, it was much more than that. It’s an acknowledgment of a part of me I’ve kept to myself for years. It’s wonderful not only to freely express this side of me but to share it with someone who I love and who loves me for who I am. All of me.
I hope you enjoy it!
A Minute of Honesty, A Lifetime of Change
I was pulling on my black thigh high stockings to wear with my black VS thong under my boy clothes to run some errands when my wife walked into the bedroom. She smiled and looked at me approvingly and asked if I was going to wear them shopping. I said yes very matter-of-factly and proceeded to get dressed after giving her a full body hug and kiss. Ten days ago she knew nothing about the lingerie I had hidden away that I would wear only when I knew I’d be home alone for a period of time. I harbored a real fear of sharing this side of my personality with her because I had always been the dominant male in our relationship. I had felt a very strong female side to my psyche since I was 6 or *********** but had done nothing to reveal it except that I was considered a “sensitive” male. My wife is very intuitive, and she always felt I “honored my female side,” as she put would put it to family and friends. I’ve preferred to shave my body for years, something she likes and sometimes helps with, but she didn’t know about anything else.
I didn’t like keeping my increasingly strong attraction to all things girly from her, but I had come to accept that it would probably be best and I could live with it if I had to. I was corresponding with several on-line friends who were farther along than I was – one cross-dressing with the help of a new girlfriend, and one a full-time sissy who has lived openly for years. They kept encouraging me to take the leap of faith I needed to share this side of me with my wife. We have a very strong relationship, going back to when we were high school sweethearts, and we love each other deeply. I felt this growing change in me was creating some distance between us, however, and she, with her very sensitive nature, detected it as well but had no idea why it was happening. The full-time sissy friend kept challenging me to be honest with her, and after thinking about it for weeks, I decided on a plan of action
About 10 days ago, she was working in the kitchen while I was showering. I had tried on the Victoria’s Secret thong she had in her dresser in the past, and I liked the way it fit me, so when I got out of the shower and was getting dressed, I got the thong out and put it on. Taking a deep breath I walked into the kitchen knowing she would first think I was just wearing a pair of my black briefs. I asked her where she got these, indicating the thong, and turned around boldly to show her what I really had on. She paused, and giggled, and then without missing a beat reached out and pulled the back out and looked at the label. “I don’t remember,” she said simply. “Do you like them?” “I love them,” I told her. “They fit better than anything in my underwear drawer.” After looking at my ass in them for a minute, she said, “Come on,” and we walked into the bedroom together. She proceeded to go through her underwear drawer and pull out several other similar items she didn’t wear often and hand them to me. “You’re welcome to anything in my underwear drawer,” she told me without any trace of scorn or judgment. That moment precipitated a longer discussion about my feelings of wanting to wear girly clothes and shoes at home, and she was surprised but also very supportive. The only thing she was a bit upset about was that I hadn’t revealed this part of me to her a long time ago. She couldn’t understand my reluctance to share this with her, and I told her I was unsure of her reaction and didn’t want to risk losing the love of my life. She assured me that would never happen, and she asked if this was the reason she had been feeling some distance between us. I told her it was, and now that I had come out to her about my desires, I felt completely different and relaxed about it. It took less than a minute for that change to happen.
Over the past 10 days we have had a lot of fun shopping together in the lingerie department for more thongs for me to wear. We’ve also gotten his and hers camisoles in different colors, and the other day I bought my first pair of heels in my size as well as a matching pair for her. I have no plans to do anything more than dress femme at home and wear girly things under my boy clothes going out, but being able to wear whatever I want any time I want has been heaven. I’m so fortunate to be married to a woman who thinks I look great in female clothes, lingerie and heels. As part of our ongoing discussion of this, she asked if this was a “fetish,” and I said that while wearing femme things can be sexually arousing, it was much more than that. It’s an acknowledgment of a part of me I’ve kept to myself for years. It’s wonderful not only to freely express this side of me but to share it with someone who I love and who loves me for who I am. All of me.
I hope you enjoy it!
8年前
