David’s Story

Chapter 1.
How it all started.

I fell in love with David in high school and married him right after college. What was it about him that I loved so much? In this chapter: He tells all. Or, does he?

I lay there with my eyes closed just enjoying David’s touches and kisses. They were so soft and sensual. He’s always been a great lover and able to excite me, but tonight it was special. Very special.

David and I had met in high school during our freshman year. And, when most of the other girls were chasing the jocks, I saw something in David that really attracted me to him. He was a regular kind of guy, five foot eight, kind of skinny, brown hair, and the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes that I’d ever seen. He’s never pretended to be someone he wasn’t, and he was also very sweet and thoughtful.

As we came to know each other better, I found that he was a great lover. Most of my girlfriends talked about their sexual encounters and the biggest thing was how the boys were more interested in themselves then in pleasing their partner. David on the other hand knew how to bring me more pleasure then I thought possible. But, David was shy. It took us a long time to get to the point of having sex. The first time we made love we were lucky enough to be able to spend an hour enjoying each other and it wasn’t in the backseat of a car. He was fantastic even though it was his first time as well as mine. He made me feel special and made sure that I enjoyed it as much as he did.

We were together through the rest of high school and college, lived together our last two years of college, and married just after college graduation. I was working. And he was working part-time and working on his masters degree. Our life together was ideal.

One day not too long after we were married, I came home and David had dinner ready. Not an unusual thing, but he had put together a very special dinner with a single candle in the middle of the table and a nice bottle of wine. All through dinner David was very quiet. I could tell that he had something on his mind and I knew he’d tell me when he was ready. After we had finished dessert, we were just sitting looking at each other when he said, “Beth. Honey. I have something to tell you.”

“I thought you might. What’s wrong?”, I asked.

“I haven’t been truthful with you.”

“Not truthful?”

“There’s something that I’ve never told you about myself, and I should have before we were married.”

I just looked at him in a questioning way.

Then, as he looked down at the table, he said, “I . . . I . . . I like to wear girls’ clothes.” I saw the tears well up in his eyes. I got up, moved my chair next to him, sat back down, put my arm around him, and said, “You like to wear girls’ clothes?”

He just nodded yes.

“I know.”, I said.

As he looked up at me and said, “You . . . You know?”

As I wiped his tears away, I said, “Well. Maybe I didn’t know, but I suspected.”

“You suspected?”

“Uh huh.”

“How?”

“I’ve found some of my things moved and some things on the computer.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“Honey. I figured that you’d tell me what it was all about when you were ready.”

“I should have told you before this.”

“I know.”

“I tried to stop for you, especially after we were married, but the feelings are too strong.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“You just have a right to know and I just had to.”

“And?”

“Nothing.”

“Honey. What? Do you still want to dress?”

He looked at me and the tears started again. I just held him.

Once he calmed down, we spent the rest of the evening just talking. There were more tears. There were lots of hugs. And, I had the usual questions. Are you gay? I knew he wasn’t. Are you bisexual? He said he wasn’t. Do you want to be a girl? He didn’t think so. I found out that he’d fallen in love with girls’ clothes when he was about seven and had dressed as often as he could since then using his sisters and mothers things. That night we went on to share our deepest thoughts and emotions. I told him that I’d have to think on this whole thing for a while, and that I wasn’t sure what I was feeling yet.

The love of my life had told me that he was a crossdresser and it really didn’t bother me. I think he figured that I’d freak out, and yell and scream at him. But, I’m not that type of a person. I guess I took it as just being another part of him. He had told me his deepest secret and that his biggest fear in telling me was that I’d leave him. I had told him that my love for him was much deeper than that and that nothing could make me stop loving him.

The day after he’d told me and we’d had our talk, when I arrived home there was a box of flowers sitting at the door. I picked up the box, took it in the house, set it on the kitchen table, and looked at the card. All it said was, ‘Beth, I love you so much. David.’ I opened the box and it contained a dozen, long stem, red roses. I felt the tears come into my eyes and I cried tears of happiness for a good ten minutes. When David came home, I met him at the door and gave him the longest and deepest kiss that I could. When we broke the kiss he asked, “What was that for?”

“Because I love you.”, I replied, “And, the flowers are so beautiful.”

We stood there and just held each other for a long time.

David had a Saturday class at the university for his masters and I knew he would then spend some time at the library doing research. This gave me time to do some on-line research. Some of the sites I found were nothing but pure porn. But, luckily there were a number that were helpful, some very helpful. What it boiled down to was that most crossdressers were heterosexual. That there was something in the makeup of their brain that made them this way. And, there was no known “cure” for it.

There was a lot of information to digest and it was very informative. I saw a number of very pretty “girls” and it really surprised me as to how good some of these guys looked as girls. The more I read, the more I began to understand what wearing girl’s clothes, and even looking like a girl, meant to some men.

Nothing more was said on Saturday when David came home or on Sunday until we were cleaning up the lunch dishes when I said, “I was doing some reading.”

“About what?”, David asked.

“About crossdressers.”

“Crossdressers?”

“Yea. I found some very interesting things.”

“Why were you looking?”

“So I can understand you better.”

“You understand my want to wear girls’ clothes?”

“No. Not completely. But, I’ve found out some interesting things.”

“Like what?”

“That it’s something that I don’t think you can stop.”

“Can’t stop?”

“Probably not. It’s just the way your brain is wired.”

“My brain is wired to do this?”

“There’s just something in your makeup that wants you to dress like a girl. You enjoy it. And, you just can’t stop.”

“But, I want to stop.”

“Honey. I really doubt that you can and I think deep down you really don’t want to. I read about some of the ‘girls’ that have tried to stop dressing. They actually did something called purging, throwing out all their girl clothes. They always went back to dressing and had to purchase everything new.”

“You’re saying that I really can’t stop?”

“I don’t think you can.”

I watched the expression on his face change from one of puzzlement to one of sadness, as he just said, “Oh.”

“What wrong?”

“I just wish I wasn’t like this.”

“Why?”

“So I could be a normal husband to you.”

“Love. What’s normal?”

“I guess being a man or a woman.”

“You’re not a man?”

“Yea. I am. But, I have a problem.”

“A problem?”

“Yea. I like girls’ clothes.”

“So. Sometimes I wear guys’ clothes.”

“That’s different.”

“In what way?”

“It’s accepted. All the girls do it.”

“So. It’s just not as accepted for a guy to dress in girls’ clothes.”

“And, probably never will be.”

“So what. Be who you are.”

“What are you saying?”

“How do you feel when you dress?”

“I . . . I guess kind of nice, warm, at ease, comfortable.”

“So it feels good?”

“It always has.”

“So just do it.”

“You’re saying that it’s all right?”

“I’m saying that I love you and what makes you happy, makes me happy. Why don’t you go and look at some of the web sites that I’ve book marked?”

He sat there for a long time just looking at me, then as he got up he said, “I love you so much.”

I smiled at him and said, “I know. And, I love you just as much.”

I figured that David was going to be gone for awhile and it would give me more time to think. So, I made a cup of tea, sat where I could look out the window and tried to figure out why it didn’t bother me that he wanted to dress in women’s clothes.

A number of things that I had read, said that when some wives or girlfriends found out about the crossdressing they went off the deep end. Some just up and left, some outed their crossdressing spouse to everyone, some set rules to when their spouse could dress, and some, I guess like me, accepted it to various degrees. But, why was I accepting it?

I thought back to our meeting in high school. How sweet he was and is. How much fun he’s to be around. How much I love him. But, why did I accept this part of him?

Then it hit me. It is just part of him. Part of the love of my life. So he likes girls’ clothes. They’re only clothes. It would still be him under the clothes. Still be him that I love. But, what did he look like when he dressed? Was I going to freak out the first time he dressed in front of me? Would he even dress in front of me?

David finally came back and sat down next to me. I looked at him and said, “Well?”

“You found a number of sites that I’d never seen.”, he said, “And, if what I read is true. You were right in saying that I can’t stop or if I tried I’d go back to it very quickly.”

I just smiled at him.

He continued with, “There is something that worries me.”

“What love?”, I asked.

“It’s what you’re going to think if I dress in front of you.”

“Honey. If you don’t want to dress in front of me that’s fine. But, I want to share everything with you.”

“Everything?”

“Yes. Everything.”

We just sat there looking at each other. Then David said, “But, I don’t have anything to wear.”

“You’ve worn some of my things.”

“Yea. . . . I guess.”

“We both know that you have. Don’t we?”

“Yea. But . . . ”

“What?”

“But, we shouldn’t share underwear. Should we?”

“No, we shouldn’t. Want to go shopping?”

“Shopping?”

“Sure.”

“For . . . For girls’ things?”

“For clothes.”

“Clothes?”

“Like I said, it’s only clothes.”

“I . . . I guess.”

I knew he was reluctant to go, but I thought that by going shopping for his own things that he’d realize that I was willing to see this part of him.

As we looked through the women’s area of a local store, I could tell that David was very nervous. I took hold of his arm and whispered, “Honey. Relax. We’re just looking for clothes.”

“I know.”, he whispered back, “But, girls’ clothes for me.”

As we walked into the intimate clothing area I whispered, “What size bra do you wear?”

“I . . . I . . . I’m not sure.”

“How do mine fit you?”

“A . . . a little tight.”

“Mine are a 36C, so maybe a 38C?”

“Yea. Maybe.”

“You could try it on.”

“Here!?”

“Sure.”

“No way!”

“All right. We can always bring it back.”

We looked at a number of different bras and I could tell by which ones he liked, by which ones he really spent time looking at. We finally picked a very pretty underwire pushup bra in pink. But, he didn’t have anything to pushup. Then it was off to look at panties and I asked, “So, how do mine fit you?”

“A little tight. But, I like them that way.”

We picked out a few pairs of hi-cut briefs, made out of spandex, in pink.

As we continued to walk through the women’s department I picked up a couple pairs of pantyhose. I’d read that most crossdressers loved to wear nylons as it added to the look and feeling, so I figured that David might like them.

We looked around some more and I asked him what he liked in the way of clothes. He told me that he’s always been attracted to skirt and blouse combinations. He’s only two inches taller then I am and skinny, so I knew that some of my things would fit him. We looked at a number of cute outfits, but didn’t buy anything more than the bra, panties, and pantyhose.

When we were back home, I handed him the packages, and said, “Here. Go try them on.”

“Now?”, he said.

“Sure. We need to see if we need to take them back.”

“Oh. Well, I guess I can.”

“Go on.”

He walked toward our bedroom, stopped at the door, turned, and asked, “Aren’t you coming?”

“You want me too?”

“You’ll know better then I do if they fit right.”

I followed him into our bedroom and he just stood there. I think he was very nervous about putting on the bra and panties in front of me. Finally I asked, “Do you want me to leave?”

“No.”, he replied, “It’s just that no one has ever seen me this way before.”

“Honey. Remember. It’s only clothes.”

“I know.”

He slowly undressed. Then he slipped on a pair of the panties and I asked, “How do they feel?”

“Nice.”, he replied.

“No silly. Do they fit?”

“Yes. They’re perfect.”

“I thought they might be. They’re my size.”

He slowly removed the bra from the bag and looked at me. I smiled and said, “Go on.”

He slipped his arms into the straps, reached behind his back, and fastened the hook and eye fasteners.

“You’ve done this before. Haven’t you?”, I asked.

“Yea.”

“How did you learn to put it on that way?”

“I don’t know. It just seemed the logical way to do it. It took me a little while to figure it out at first. But, it’s the way I’ve always done it.”

“I’m impressed.”

“Impressed?”

“Yea. I know some girls that can’t do it that way.”

“Oh.”

David is skinny so obviously there was nothing to fill the bra cups. So, I asked, “Do you ever put anything in the cups?”

“Sometimes.”

“Like what?”

“Usually socks.”

I walked over to my dresser and retrieved some pantyhose. I handed them to him and said, “Try these.”

He stuffed pantyhose into each of the cups and it looked okay. But, he needed something more.

He looked at me and said, “Well?”

“Not bad.”, I replied, “Put on the pantyhose that we bought and lets see if I have a pair of shoes that will fit you.”

“I though you got those for you?”

“No love. We were shopping for you.”

I watched as he put the pantyhose on. He’d done this before too. While he was putting them on, he said, “I don’t think any of your shoes will fit me.”

“Why?”

“I’ve tried them before and they’re all really too small.”

“Even with nylons on?”

“Yea.”

“I guess we’ll just have to get you a pair of shoes.”

“Now?”

“Whenever you wan to. So, what are you feeling?”

“Strange.”

“Strange?”

“Yea. Standing here in front of you like this.”

“Don’t feel strange. If you like how it feels. Do it. And, it’s not bothering me at all. In fact I kind of like it.”

“You like it?”

“Well. Yea. It’s different seeing your husband in panties, a bra, and pantyhose. I think that I can get use to it as long as you’re comfortable with it.”

“It may take me awhile to get use to dressing in front of someone else, even you.”

“Love. Do what you’re comfortable with.”

Over the next few weeks I noticed that the panties were in the wash every once in awhile. David was doing what I found was called underdresssing. He would wear the panties, bra, and pantyhose under his guy clothes when he was around the house. Sometimes he would stuff the bra, sometimes he wouldn’t.

One Saturday morning after breakfast David said, “Do you think we could get me a pair of shoes.”

“I thought you just got a pair?”

“I did. But, my female side didn’t.”

This was the first time that he had come right out and acknowledged his feminine side. I smiled and said, “Sure. But, are you willing to wear a pair of hose to the store?”

“No. Go out wearing hose. I don’t think so. Why?”

“You need to try the shoes on.”

“Can’t we just bring them home and try them on here?”

“We could, but it would be so much easier to just try them on there.”

“I don’t know.”

“We’ll go to a self service shoe store and if we go now there won’t be many people around.”

“What about the clerks?”

“There is usually only one or two this early and if we tell them we’re just looking they’ll leave us alone.”

David thought about it a little more, and I think that wanting to have a pair of shoes finally out weighed the fear of wearing a pair of pantyhose under his slacks as he said, “I guess no one will see.”

A little while later we were pulling into a local mall that had the biggest women’s shoe store in town. I knew David was a little nervous being out in panties and pantyhose, but he walked into the mall without hesitation. As we walked into the shoe store we were greeted by one of the clerks and I told her that we were just looking. She told us that they were having a sale, buy one pair get the second for half price.

I looked at David and said, “A sale. Maybe I’ll get a pair or two.”

He just gave me a little knowing smile.

As we walked the isles, I could tell that David saw a number of things he liked. He stopped at a pair of really high stiletto heels and I said, “Love. I wouldn’t even wear a pair that high.”

“I know, but they are sexy.”, David said.

“But, not practical.”

We continued looking and I saw a number of cute things. Finally he stopped and looked at a pair of black sling backs with a cork sole and a two and a half inch heel. They were cute, so I said, “Try them on.”

He looked at me and said, “I don’t know if I can.”

“Honey it’s just you, me, two other customers on the other side of the store, and the clerks. No one will see you.”

“I guess.”

“What size do you need?”

“I’m not sure.”

“How tight are my shoes?”

“Very.”

“I wear a seven. Lets see if we can find a nine.”

I looked through the stack of boxes until I found a nine. I had David sit down and take off his shoes and socks. I handed him the shoes, he slipped them on, and stood up. I asked him, “How do they feel?”

“Not as tight as yours.”, he answered, “But, they pinch my toes a little when I stand up.”

“This is the biggest size they have in this style. But, a little pinch never stopped me from getting a pair that I really liked.”

“Some of your shoes pinch?”

“Sure. It goes with being a girl. So, if you really like these you’ll just have to get use to them.”

“I guess I can.”

As he was changing shoes I asked, “Did you see anything else you liked? Remember they’re having a sale.”

“They’ve got a lot of nice things.”

“I know.”

“Yea. Over here.”

David led the way over to where they had some nice clogs. He showed me a cute pair of open toed clogs with a two-inch heel. We found a pair in size nine and he tried them on. As he did, he commented under his breath that they didn’t pinch like the others did.

We paid for the two pairs of shoes and as we walked out of the store he headed toward the mall entrance, and I said, “Where are you going?”

“Home.”, he replied.

“No way. We’re at the mall and I want to look around.”

“I should have guessed.”

We started window shopping. One of the stores had some very cute skirt and blouse sets, and I asked, “Do you like these?”

“They are cute.”

“They are, aren’t they.”, I said. Then I whispered, “Want one?”

“Huh?”

“You can’t always be wearing my clothes when you decide to go farther. You need your own things.”

“Farther?”

“Are you going to stop dressing at just panties and a bra?”

“Ah . . . no. I don’t think so. But, I . . . I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“When you are, we can come back.”

“You really are willing to do this with me, aren’t you?”

“Love. I told you I was. Remember it’s only clothes and if you want to dress in girls’ clothes I don’t really have a problem with it.”

I was actually finding it very interesting that a guy could have such a love of girls’ clothes. We had a light lunch at the food court and then headed home. As we were pulling in the driveway I said, “You know, with those open toed shoes you should get a pedicure.”

“A pedicure. Why?”

“So your feet look nice. I can do it for you.”

“You will.”

“Sure.”

After dinner I asked David, “Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”

“For your pedicure.”

“Oh that.”

“Yes that.”

“I guess it couldn’t hurt.”

“It won’t. In fact you’ll probably love it. Meet me in the bathroom. I’ll get what I need and be right back.”

I started his pedicure by filing his nails so that they were even. Then I filled a basin with warm water and a foot soak, and had him sit with his feet in the soak for about ten minutes. Then I gently buffed his feet with a soft brush, then massaged in some foot cream. I carefully washed and dried his feet. Then took him to the living room where he could relax.

Once he was comfortable on the sofa, I spent a long time massaging a really nice lotion onto his feet. This really relaxed him. He lay back and closed his eyes. I think he actually he fell asleep. I then worked on his cuticles, and then got a little daring. I put a base coat of polish on his nails, then two coats of pink followed by French tips.

When I was finished, I said, “Honey. I’m all done.”

“Huh. You are?”

“Uh huh. Did you fall asleep?”

“I’m not sure, but it felt really good.”

“Take a look at your feet.”

He looked down at his feet and said, “You painted my nails!”

“Sure.”

“But . . . But someone will see.”

“Who? Me.”

“Well yea. I guess just you.”

“So, how did it feel?”

“Talk about relaxing. Do you do this often?”

“I do my own, so it’s not as relaxing.”

“You should get yours done by someone.”

“That would be nice. You could do them for me.”

“Me?”

“Sure. It’s easy. I’ll teach you.”

He sat there looking at his feet for a few minutes and I finally said, “You should see how they look in the mules.”

“You think?”, he replied.

“Isn’t that why we did them?”

As he got up, he said, “Yea. I’ll be right back.”

David was back in a few minutes. He was wearing a T-shirt over his bra, a pair of shorts, pantyhose, and the mules. His feet looked really good in those shoes. But . . .

“Honey.”, I said, “Your feet look great in those shoes, but we need to do something about the hair on your legs.”

Looking down at his legs he said, “Like what?”

“Shave them.”

“No way!”

“Why not?”

“That someone will see!”

“It’s up to you.”

“I’m going to change.”

“Why?”

“You said that it doesn’t look good.”

“Whoa love. I said it would just look better without the leg hair. But, it’s how you feel about it. Just how are you feeling right now?”

“Good. I love how the shoes look and feel.”

“Then why change.”

This one pedicure session started a regular routine of us doing pedicures for each other. David actually became very good at it and enjoyed having it done to him.

Over the next month or two whenever David felt like it he would change into a bra, panties, nylons, and shoes. It was always an undressing thing, but he would relax. I loved to see him relax. He just seemed to be at ease this way.

One Saturday morning as we were eating breakfast David asked, “Do you really think my legs would look better without hair?”

I looked at him, “Yes. Why?”

“When we first got my shoes, you said that we should do something about my leg hair.”

“They’d would look better and maybe even feel better. Why?”

“I’ve been thinking of doing it.”

“It?”

“Shaving them.”

I smiled and said, “Whenever you want to and I’ll help you.”

“I know you will. Can we do them now?”

“Now?”

“Yea. Before I change my mind.”

“Love. It’s no big deal.”

“For you. I’m a guy.”

“It’s no big deal for you either. I’m the only one that’ll see it. And, if someone does, so what. It’s your body.”

“I know.”

I got up, took his hand, and led him to the bathroom. As we walked into the bathroom I asked, “Do you want to shave them or use a depilatory?”

“Which is better?”, he replied.

“I think the depilatory.”

“Why?”

“When you shave, the hair grows in stubbly and fairly quickly. The depilatory keeps the hair away longer and it grows in softer.”

I carefully covered his legs with the depilatory and we waited the required length of time. I handed him a washcloth and had him get in the shower to wash the cream off. As he was rinsing off the cream he commented, “This is weird.”

“Weird?”, I asked.

“Yea. Watching all the hair come off my legs and go down the drain.”

“Maybe. But, I think you’ll like the final results.”

After he was out of the shower and dry, I carefully rubbed in a good moisturizer. It was very interesting feeling his soft, smooth, legs. I then said, “Why don’t you dress and see how it looks and feels. And, I’ll meet you in the den.”

A few minutes later as he walked into the den I asked, “Well?”

“Well what?”

“How does it look?”

“I’m not sure. But, it sure feels different.”

“Different?”

“The pantyhose just feel so much better. I guess sexier for the lack of a better word.”

“Sexier? Lets see.”

He walked in front of the fireplace so I could get a good look and I couldn’t help but stare. His legs would be the envy of any girl.

He asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Your legs are gorgeous.”

“You’re kidding me?”

“No love. Most girls would kill for a pair of legs like that.”

“Yea. Right.”

As I got up, I said, “Stay right there and don’t move.”

I was back quickly with the digital camera and said, “Take off your shorts.”

“What?”

“Take off your shorts. I want to get a good picture of your legs.”

With a big grin he said, “I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Just take your shorts off.”

He slipped the shorts off and was standing there in his pantyhose, panty, and the mules. I had him try some different poses and took a number of pictures. Then I took his hand and led him to the computer. I down loaded the pictures and started bringing them up on the monitor. When I found the best picture I asked him, “What do you see?”

“My legs.”, he responded.

“Yea. But, if you didn’t know they were yours?”

“I . . . I guess a pair of girls’ legs.”

“Love. If you knew they were a girls’ legs what would you think?”

“Ah . . . I guess how sexy they looked.”

“You guess! Love they are very sexy and in a pair of heels they’d be drop dead gorgeous.”

“If you say so.”

I just had to see how good his legs would look in a pair of heels, I knew mine didn’t fit him, so I said, “I do say so and I also think we need to get you your first pair of real heels.”

We were at the mall a short time later and back to the same shoe store. I think David knew exactly what pair of heels he wanted as he led the way to that part of the store. I was worried it was the pair of five inch stilettos that he had seen the last time we were here, but they weren’t. He stopped at a very pretty pair of red leather open toed platforms. They had a four-inch silver heel, about a half inch front platform, and a double ankle strap. They were cute.

As we walked out of the shoe store, I saw a store across the mall that had something interesting. I said to David, “I know you like wearing shorts around the house. Do you think you’d like a pair of girls’ shorts?”

“Maybe.”, he replied.

“Look at the store across the mall and what’s in the window. Cute?”

He stopped and looked. I saw a little smile start to appear on his face and he whispered, “Cute.”

We walked into the store and started looking at shorts. When we left the store not only did we have a pair of very cute pink girls’ shorts, but a very cute top to go along with it.

When we were back home, he slipped his bra back on and added some nylons for padding. Then he put on the new shorts, top, and the new shoes. When he stood up, he was a little wobbly in the heels and was afraid of falling. I helped him walk into the den and over to the fireplace so that I could take some more pictures. The girls’ shorts were very short and showed off his legs very nicely. I couldn’t get over how down right sexy his legs were. Long. Shapely. To die for. The single strap over the instep showed off his feet and nails. As I was taking pictures, his only comment was, “How do you walk in these shoes?”

“Practice. Practice. Practice.”

“You really like these on me?”

“You know it. They make your legs look fantastic. I wish mine looked that good.”

As we were looking at the pictures that I’d taken, I asked, “How do the shoes feel?”

“It’s weird walking on your toes and the balance takes some getting use to. I do like the feeling and the look. If I can ever get use to walking in them.”

“The more you walk in them, the quicker you’ll get use to them.”

We looked over the pictures. I’d taken some of just his legs and some from the neck down. He really looked cute in the shorts and top. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something just wasn’t right.

Over the following week or two it was fun watching David getting use to walking in the heels. He didn’t try to wear them all the time, but would switch between his three different pairs.

One day when I was home alone, I was looking at the pictures that I’d taken of David in the heels and shorts outfit. I still couldn’t figure out what wasn’t right. Then I started looking at some on-line crossdressing sites. One of the “girls” had some pictures in an almost identical shorts outfit that we had purchased. I brought up the best picture of David in another browser window, so that I could easily switch back and forth between the two.

As I compared the two pictures, I noticed that David’s legs were much prettier and sexier then the other “girls.” Her top showed cleavage and I knew David didn’t have any. I switched back and forth a few times, then it hit me. David didn’t have any hips and the “girl” did. But, how? She was actually a guy just like David. So, I went digging and I found some interesting things.

I found that there were all kinds of things to help make a guy’s body look feminine. There were, of course, breast forms. I’d known about those for a long time. There were hip pads. Butt pads. Padded panties. Tape to help make cleavage. Corsets. Things to hold his parts out of the way. And, something that I couldn’t believe, a fake vagina. I guess some of the “girls” really like to look the part. There was even an article where a full feminine chest was made for an actor and the pictures in the article were amazing. You couldn’t tell where the actor ended and the fake chest began. It looked real.

The more I looked, the more I visualized David with these things. The more I visualized David with these things, the more feminine I saw him and I liked it. Why was I thinking this way? Why did I want David to have a feminine body or at least look like he did? I had no idea and it bothered me.

I went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and think. I sat and thought about what I’d seen and how I felt about it. I couldn’t come up with any reason that I wanted to see David look feminine, except that it might make him happy. Would it? I didn’t know. Would I like it? I liked the “girls” that I was seeing on-line. But, would I like David looking that way?

When David came home, we had dinner and a typical evening. Saturday morning as usual, David was up before I was. Normally it was the smell of David cooking breakfast that woke me up, but when I looked at the clock it was almost ten. Normally David had breakfast ready about eight.

I got out of bed, tossed on a robe, and headed to the kitchen. As I was going passed the den, I saw David sitting at the computer and it appeared that he was reading something. Had I left one of the sites that I was reading up on the computer? I walked up behind him and saw what he was reading. And, it was one of the articles on creating a feminine look. Had I made a mistake?

He turned around, looked at me, and in a serious way asked, “Why were you looking at this stuff?”

“I was curious.”, I quietly replied.

“Curious about what?”

I told him about comparing his picture with one of the on-line “girls” and what I had noticed. Then what I had found when I looked for information on feminizing a male body.

He looked at me and asked, “Do you want me to do that?”

“Do . . . what?”

“Look like a girl.”

“Only if you’d want to.”

“How would you take it if I’d go to the trouble to look as good as I could? Use all this stuff, get a wig, get my makeup done, and dress completely as a girl.”

“I don’t know.”

“I’d bet you’d freak out.”

“I don’t know. How would you feel?”

“I don’t know either. I might really like it.”

“Like it how?”

“I don’t know. I really like how some of these “girls” look. Maybe I’d like the way I looked and want to stay that way all the time.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I don’t know and I don’t even know if I want to find out. But, it looks like you’d like me too.”

“Honey. I was just curious as to how they can change their bodies to look that good. Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad. But, right now I just like to dress in the clothes and it looks like you want me to go further.”

“No honey. I only want what you want. I don’t mean to push things.”

“It’s all right. Really I’m not mad. I just don’t know where this is going. And, I don’t know why you want it to go further.”

“I don’t know either. I just find it interesting that some guys can make themselves look so good as a girl.”

“Do you want me to do that?”

“No. . . . Yes. . . . Maybe. . . . Oh, I don’t know.”

“Honey. It’s all right. I love what we’ve done. I just don’t know how much more I want to do. We’ve been going slow and that’s fine. Maybe one day I’ll want to see what I look like all dolled up. But, not right now.”

“I’m sorry. I was just curious.”

The rest of Saturday went on just like nothing had happened. David even spend the evening dressed in his bra, panties, pantyhose, shorts outfit, and the mules.

The next day we actually went out and bought David some additional girl’s things. More panties. He had actually started wearing panties everyday instead of his boxers. Another bra, and a really cute skirt and blouse outfit, that he just loved and looked good in.