SISSY FOR MY WIFE: (Crossdressing, Feminization, First Time)

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Breathing heavily, I thought… I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the panties, the delicious feel of the silk rising past my knees then over my manhood, the elastic clasping at my midriff.

The sad thing about not coming out is that we often lie to our wives, the very people with whom we should be the most honest. You each state what is and is not acceptable to you and if you can’t agree, then you either find professional help to find common ground and negotiate an updated agreement or you deal with the fallout and potential collapse of the marriage. ah, controlled this side of himself and suppressed his need, his want, to wear whatever it is that he likes to wear. But I know people with fully non-accepting wifes and I wish they would read articles like this to understand what they are missing. There is so much insight and wisdom in Liz’ wife’s answers here, and reading them makes it seem so obvious that supportive is the only natural choice.I will absolutely encourage a partner of a crossdresser to seek out support if you need it, and you probably will. She then proceeded to tell me that she was not done with my transformation yet and that I needed to open my eyes. I am an ally and advocate of the transcommunity… but does being conflicted about my husband make me a hypocrite?

I wish I could choose to present as a woman one day, then present as male the next and pass as either — but that is a fantasy. Rudd addresses many of the questions frequently asked by spouses, families, and friends of cross If you’re a man and a secret crossdresser reading this and you can figure that out, own it, look beyond your needs for a moment and express sincere regret for the pain and lack of assuredness your wife feels. And if my daughter wants to wear Batman underoos and play with Hot Wheels, then she will damn well wear Batman underoos and play with Hot Wheels.But we’re necessarily not off to see the Wizard (well not all of us), plunging into the trackless wilderness to see what we can find, nor on a pilgrimage that inevitably leads to a cross dressing or transgender Mecca.

Thank you for your candor and for adding such fine commentary to the concept of the relationships that exist between a loving heterosexual CD and the woman that loves him.However, it’s been almost twenty years since I came out to her and the needle on estrogen or transitioning hasn’t twitched at all. I tried to explain the urges, the feelings, the grief, but she just assumed it should be like quitting smoking. After dressing me in a saree, she mumbled, “Well, not bad, but I’m sorry to say you look like a man in drag.

Even if swears he will never ever wear panties again, I can almost guarantee he will think about wearing them every time he helps with laundry or passes by Victoria’s Secret in the mall.And for all you crossdressers reading this, I absolutely understand that is much, much easier said than done. Mind you, I have an attention deficit and as a result, can hyper-focus, obsess on my perfectionism, and as long as I remained closeted and ashamed, that manifested unhealthily in my crossdressing. A wonderful resources is PFLAG who offer support groups for people who have a family member who is part of the LGBTQIA+ community. She was still processing who I was and was easily (and understandably) overwhelmed and exhausted by the seemingly non-stop conversation about pretty dresses.