CHAPTER ONE: I having been dressing as a girl my entire life. I love all the soft feminine fabrics and the delicate feel of a dress, panties and a bra on my skin. I'm in the closet as some would say. I've done a great job of keeping my "hobby" hidden from everyone including my wife. She thought she married a "macho man" but the truth is, I'm a sissy who loves dressing like a "girl" every chance I get. My wife works in sales for a large corporation and I work in maintenance for the township where we live. Because she travels a great deal of the time, she's gone and I'm able to bring my collection of clothing home from the storage locker I rent. I stay "dressed" most of the time when she is gone. I've always been careful not to get caught. The thought of somebody finding out that I liked wearing lingerie, dresses and everything feminine, always terrified me. Inside that storage locker I have trunks filled with a large assortment of dresses, panties, bras, garter belts, stockings, shoes and make up. If these items stayed in the house she would have found them already. I recognized her "detective" qualities in her observations about everything. You couldn't move anything without her noticing. She figured things out immediately. Over the years, I've purchased many "girly" items on line and had them shipped to a postal box. I've also covered my tracks with billing for all those female items.  

I covered my tracks to prevent her from tracing my purchases. 

It was all going quite well. Usually, her trips would be for over a week. I would always get dressed in her absence. I had the run of the house, in my dress heels, make up & wigs.  Most of the time the blinds & curtains were closed so no one could see in. I would give myself a bubble bath, shave my legs & underarms, apply my make up, put on a wig, lingerie, a dress and high heel shoes. I was in "girly heaven". When my wife was home, I was sure to wear pajamas and pants to cover my hairless legs & body. I also always wore socks.