I had spent the day dressed up while she was out. Nothing fancy, I was in a black skirt and halter top and had spent the morning watching tv trying to relax. By the time she came home everything had been put away, except for a single bag.
Within it was several unopened panties and a receipt which proved I’d been buying them with the last year. We are in the process of getting married, planning, getting the venue, djs, the whole 9 yards. My world was thrashed for a week.
I told the truth, for the first time in my life. I cross-dress. I have since I was in fourth grade, since my sister used to dress me up in doll clothes, since people used to think I was a little girl. It’s always been a part of me that I never talked about because no one wanted to hear it.
Those days are over. I’m going to talk about it. I’m going to be open. It’s okay that on some days a man can want to be pretty. This is my blog where I’m going to share my experiences, dreams and thoughts. I hope it helps me and you.