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. This way, she never saw my shaved legs or my painted toenails.
All the female items I wear are mine, I never kept them in the house. After I wore them, I always washed them or had them dry cleaned. I return them to the storage locker. she never knew about it. I knew if I touched anything of hers in the house, or tried to hide something, she would find it. My cover would be blown if I wasn't careful.
A few weeks before Halloween we learned of a costume party. My wife wanted to go. I had fantasies of going as a girl. I pictured myself wearing a knee length poofy dress with crinolines, a garter belt, nylons, panties, a bra and breast forms. I'd have high heels on too with full make up and a wig. I had an erection thinking about it.
My wife was going to be a princess and planned a trip to a bridal store to buy her dress. I was jealous but put up a facade that I would go as a "Super Hero". I ended up shopping for a Superman costume. I found one complete with tights, speedo panties & a cape. We were informed that houses in our affluent area were being broken into.
My wife called the security company and they wired our home with cameras and motion sensors. She felt safe. I forgot about those cameras that were recording me all those times I got dressed. The next few times I dressed, I was oblivious to fact, my secret was not going to be a secret much longer.
"Oops!"My wife returned home from the business trip three days before Halloween. I was at work when she returned from the airport. Her girlfriend picked her up and followed her into our house helping to carry her bags. The girlfriend said, "I smell perfume". My wife said, "I smell it too and why are the blinds all closed?"
Different ideas came into my wife's and her girlfriend's heads. My wife checked all of her perfume bottles, none of them were touched. It was not a perfume smell she recognized immediately. She opened the blinds and looked for signs that someone got into the house and stole something. Nothing was touched.
Was her husband seeing another woman? She didn't know what to think but she knew she would figure it out. They both decided to take a look at the security video. It captured a full week of activity in and around the house while she was gone.
Fixing herself a drink and one for her girlfriend, they sat down together on the couch to review the recording on the 90" big screen television. She was nervous, worried and above all curious about what she felt. Something just wasn't right. The video began with a view of her husband bringing storage trunks into the house.
She said to her girlfriend, "that's odd, I wonder why he's bringing in all those trunks?" The answer came soon enough. They both sat there and their mouths fell open. They saw me holding up lingerie. Bras, panties, garter belt, stockings, high heel shoes, a wig stand, a wig, make up case, make up mirror and a beautiful "Shirley Temple" style dress.
All the items were laid out on the bed, the floor and the table. I disappeared into the bathroom. There were no cameras in there, but I was gone off the screen for a long time. They saw me walk into the dining room. They gave each other looks of astonishment as they watched me applying my makeup. Foundation, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, rouge, false eyelashes.
Both were amazed! Who would have guessed this went on while she was gone. My wife said, "come to think of it, I do remember smelling that perfume on him before! He passed it off on a female coworker! They watched me apply my lipstick and smack my lips together and then apply lip gloss.
My wife said, "He looks like a girl!" Her girlfriend agreed, "Nobody would ever know, he's beautiful". They watched as I put on my wig. When I got up again, I was still completely naked from the bubble bath. Her girlfriend turned away when she saw I was walking around with a tremendous hard on. She told my wife, "I didn't see that!" My wife uttered a nervous laugh saying, "My husband, this is UNBELIEVABLE!".
The cameras next had me pictured back in the bedroom visible head to toe. I picked up the bra from the bed and placed around my waist. Attaching the hook and eye closures, I spun it around, put my arms through the straps and positioned it on my chest. They leaned forward and watched in disbelief as I placed breast forms into each cup.
The only thing giving away my manhood was my penis. Her girlfriend said, "Look you can see his legs are shaved and he has nail polish on his toes"! My wife said, "I can't believe this" as she belted down her drink. They couldn't stop watching as I placed the garter belt around my waist, rolled stockings up each leg, attached the garters and then stepped into panties.
My hard on inside the panties gave away how excited I was. My wife commented. "I never saw him that hard when he saw me naked, that little fag!" It wasn't long after that I stepped into high heels, slipped on a dress and added screw on dangling earrings to each ear. "Look at how he walks so perfectly in heels, he didn't just start dressing this way, he's been doing this a long time!" Her girlfriend agreed and asked, "What are you going to do?" My wife said, "I'm going to divorce him but first, I'm going to have some fun with him.
He likes to dress like a girl, he's going to have the girliest Halloween he ever dreamed of". The more they watched the security recording, the more they were convinced, "He's gay, he has to be gay! No normal man would dress and act this way!". Beginning to end they watched, the two girls sat there watching my getting dressed day after day after day. Amazed at my collection of female clothes, the curiosity overtook them, "Where does he keep all this stuff?
How come I never found them or suspected anything?" My wife and her girlfriend were determined. They were going to find out who this "man" she called her husband, was. They began by investigating the evidence. They looked up "Cross Dressing and "Transvestism" on the internet. She had to find out more. They figured me out, I had no idea but I would find out soon enough!
