Somehow, today I got to going over the saga that has been my T life.

Like many, I started out in denial. Expressing my feminine nature, by wearing women's (girl's) clothes was just something I did as a hobby. A pleasurable pastime when I was home alone and bored. Of course I was sure that once I was married, the whole thing would just disappear, evaporate in the presence of my wife. She would provide all the feminine in my life that I could ever need. Not!

I can remember in my early twenties guys were just being hit with the need for shampoo that was good for the hair. I saw that as being froufrou and "unmanly." I can remember thinking, as I grabbed my bar of Ivory soap to wash my hair, "I'm not like those wussy guys who use that froufrou shampoo." Patricia was a part of me that didn't even have a name and was locked away and only visited during times of boredom.

It wasn't until my wife caught me fully dressed that I could confront myself with the fact that, try as would, it wasn't going away. As we talked about it that realization came to me in a rare moment of clarity and I told her that; her reaction was to tell me, "Do it if you must, but don't let me see it."
Over the years, that attitude was tempered a little at a time. Today, I'm in women's clothes almost exclusively, with the glaring exception of work where I wear a uniform issued by the company. Even then, my underwear is lingerie complete with bra and breast forms. At work, I settle for a small A cup, but elsewhere, it's a large C. Mind you, at church and other family functions, the clothes are really butch, (still with the large C) though they are feminine enough that the perceptive observe can tell and a few have.

When I first started going out en femme, my wife insisted that I only leave the house after dark and never do anything near home. Since then, she's grown accustom to my wandering in and out of the house any time of day or night. Also she's accepted that I do my banking and shopping at both the local Safeway and Bi-mart en femme as well as going to my doctors as me (en femme).

My wife only works one day a week. On Friday she cleans our church and I drop her off and pick her up before and after work. As an accommodation to her working all day we generally pick up some fast food on the way home. This last Friday, she informed me as I dropped her off that she needed brown sugar because she and my oldest daughter wanted to bake cookies Saturday and as a result she thought we should get a Shanghai Dinner at Safeway so I could pick up the brown sugar while I was there. As I picked her up, she asked me if I wouldn't like to go home first, instead of stopping on the way, and change clothes before I went to the store, knowing full well it would be women's clothes and that I'd brush my hair back and add a barrette to it and wear lipstick and mascara.

Of course I took her up on her offer. So you see, she's gone from "Do it if you must, but don't let me see it," and, "Only go out after dark" to "Wouldn't you like to get dressed en femme and go shopping before dinner?" :o)

This whole line of thinking was started by the fact that I've quite wearing trouser socks at church and started wearing jet black pantyhose and today jet black knee-highs. This is remarkable because she used to object to my wearing knee-highs even at night and wearing real men's clothes otherwise, when I wouldn't even be getting out of the car.