Still new here.
Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 11:15 pm
I'm still new here and have read many topics and posted message. But I really don't know where I should enter this.
I have crossdressed for many, many years. My wife has known for years, and although she tolerates it, she doesn't really participate with me. Like many, or most, it all started with panties, bras, hose, etc. and progressed slowly from there for years. Gradually I got to the point of fully dressing around the house. Makeup, wig, jewelry and the other nessesites came along as well. But I never felt complete enough to venture out for a long time, except for the Halloween parties, etc. The first time out on my own was nerve racking, knowing I really hadn't achieved the look I desired and afraid of what people would say when they saw me. I remember the first time my wife saw me fully dressed when I came home, by car, from a business trip late at night. I had driven 5 hours to get home and thought it was safe to make the drive dressed. When I walked in the door, the lights were out and she had gone to bed, that seemed to make me believe I was home free. Not! As I walked slowly to the bedroom, in the dark, I had totally forgotten the noise of my heels on the hardwood floor. Why I hadn't removed them I'll never know.. In the bedroom, halfway to the closet, the lights came on and she just stared, at me and looked me up and down. Wordlessly, I stood there, wondering what would come next. Next was "you look like you could use a shower". I headed for the closet with my suitcase, then to the bathroom and shower, still fully dressed. Although nervous, it felt amazing to undress and leave my feminine attire on top of the hamper, knowing my wife was awake in the bedroom and aware of what was happening. In my nervousness and hurry, I had forgotten to grab something to wear for bed. When I exited the bathroom, naked with my arm full of clothes, I was told I might as well just add them to the laundry basket in the closet and wear the nightgown she had gotten out for me. Wow, not what I had expected, and I didn't sleep much that night. Rambling, sorry.
I still didn't go out much at all after that, was still nervous, afraid and not at all confident. Now, years later, I do the grocery shopping, run errands, get the gas in both cars, and shop for outfits; all while fully dressed. No fear, nerves, maybe not fully confident, but out there and loving it. It seems that, now at 67, I am overlooked or ignored as just another mature lady on the town. And, when I
look in the full length mirror that's what I see; a mature lady that does the best she can with what she's got.
Does that happen to all of us as we get older? Do we get better, do we care less what other people think, or do we just blend in better as we age? I will try to post a picture or two, if I am allowed, and anyone can give me your honest opinion of where I need to improve, if you would.
Thank you for your time,
Lila
I have crossdressed for many, many years. My wife has known for years, and although she tolerates it, she doesn't really participate with me. Like many, or most, it all started with panties, bras, hose, etc. and progressed slowly from there for years. Gradually I got to the point of fully dressing around the house. Makeup, wig, jewelry and the other nessesites came along as well. But I never felt complete enough to venture out for a long time, except for the Halloween parties, etc. The first time out on my own was nerve racking, knowing I really hadn't achieved the look I desired and afraid of what people would say when they saw me. I remember the first time my wife saw me fully dressed when I came home, by car, from a business trip late at night. I had driven 5 hours to get home and thought it was safe to make the drive dressed. When I walked in the door, the lights were out and she had gone to bed, that seemed to make me believe I was home free. Not! As I walked slowly to the bedroom, in the dark, I had totally forgotten the noise of my heels on the hardwood floor. Why I hadn't removed them I'll never know.. In the bedroom, halfway to the closet, the lights came on and she just stared, at me and looked me up and down. Wordlessly, I stood there, wondering what would come next. Next was "you look like you could use a shower". I headed for the closet with my suitcase, then to the bathroom and shower, still fully dressed. Although nervous, it felt amazing to undress and leave my feminine attire on top of the hamper, knowing my wife was awake in the bedroom and aware of what was happening. In my nervousness and hurry, I had forgotten to grab something to wear for bed. When I exited the bathroom, naked with my arm full of clothes, I was told I might as well just add them to the laundry basket in the closet and wear the nightgown she had gotten out for me. Wow, not what I had expected, and I didn't sleep much that night. Rambling, sorry.
I still didn't go out much at all after that, was still nervous, afraid and not at all confident. Now, years later, I do the grocery shopping, run errands, get the gas in both cars, and shop for outfits; all while fully dressed. No fear, nerves, maybe not fully confident, but out there and loving it. It seems that, now at 67, I am overlooked or ignored as just another mature lady on the town. And, when I
look in the full length mirror that's what I see; a mature lady that does the best she can with what she's got.
Does that happen to all of us as we get older? Do we get better, do we care less what other people think, or do we just blend in better as we age? I will try to post a picture or two, if I am allowed, and anyone can give me your honest opinion of where I need to improve, if you would.
Thank you for your time,
Lila