Even though I always wished I could wear womens clothing and make them myself, I learned that I just wasn’t cut out for sewing.
Nor did I really have a talent for setting hot rollers, so hairdresser was out of the picture. I loved thinking about women getting ready in the morning and thinking about what they wore and their soft garments and glamorous routines.
I ended up becoming an accountant. Very stiff, ordered, with clean and easy to read lines and simple choices to make when it came to finances. I married, started a family, bought the house, the cars, made some investments, all-in-all, I’d built a very lucrative life for us. As my accounting firm grew, so did the amount of free time I had. While my wife was out living the life of a socialite, I started spending more and more time in her dressing room. Grazing my fingertips over her satin gowns, raking my fingers through the fur coat I’d bought her (which she never wears), and applying her lipsticks to my lips, just the way my mother used to do with me when I was growing up! I longed for frill and flounce, because my career was anything but artful.
I started trying on my wife’s clothes when she wasn’t around. Only a dress, I’d tell myself, but soon it became shoes, lingerie, makeup, even nail polish on occasion. I felt so alive, so sensual and decadent! Until my wife came home early from the country club, and found me swaying in front of the mirror, admiring myself longingly, in her clothes! The look of shock and confusion on her face still haunts me to this day, and I’ve never again dared to enter her closet.
But I did find a way to still live my fantasy, vicariously, through other men’s cross dressing! I have a whole new set of friends who I can call, and they describe what accoutrement they’re dressing in tonight, what show they’re attending wearing their drag – what a life they must lead, knowing that they’re accepted for who they are and whatever fetishes they have! I get hard every time I talk with one of my phone sex buddies, and because I turn around and give it to my wife, I guess I can still be the beauty magnate I am at heart, and the very normal husband she expects me to be. Best of both worlds, thanks to my phone sex membership!
