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

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I asked if he could just cross-dress on his own. To that, he said nothing. What he said next was the end. He wanted what he wanted and I was an accessory to his life – as well as sex life. I was a less valuable than his corsets. In a nutshell ** peaked around the time we got married. After we had a couple of kids it was pretty **. She let me have ** with her but it was worse than **. She had no energy and no interest in **. We had marriage counselling. Actually several times. Pretty much a waste of time. We were two people living in the same house with me pushing her for ** and she would resist resist resist and eventually let me do it.

The time stretched and slowed. And then he flat-out said it: "I can only get turned on if I am in women's clothes."I froze with horror and couldn’t think about of what I should do next. It was Amanda, she was home early. She called out my name a few times but I was just too numb to respond. I decided to rush to the toilet and hide there. Amanda walked up into the bed room and called me again. The dress that my mom wore the night before was lying on the bed. It immediately caught my eyes. It was a burgundy bodycon dress with a cut on the front side. I also found her bra, pantyhose and heels lying in one corner of the room. It was already making me tingle with excitement just thinking about putting them on . A couple of weeks ago, she discovered my latest “stash”. I did not know she found it and when we went to bed that evening, she left the light on. I knew something was up but not what it was. She sat up in bed and said “can we talk about your stash I found”? I was terrified. For a while I just sat there in silence and was surprised at how patient she was. I finally confessed about my struggles with my gender identity and how I had been crossdressing secretly for years even after we were married. I returned the clothes to my mom and she said if I wanted to talk about it. I said I was sorry and just wanted to know how it felt to wear a dress. She agreed to not tell dad and after that moment I made sure to never get caught like that. My mom didn’t asked me about it again and I think I feel more comfortable like that. A nice looking lady opened the door she was maybe in her late twenties, early thirties. The lady went wild over the person who looked like a 2 year-old baby girl standing in front of her. She looked right at him saying, “Oh-My-Gosh precious, you look so adorably cute, and absolutely darling in your frilly little outfit. Wow look at all the lace & bows, you must just love being dressed up so cute. Oh look at that you’re even wearing a diaper, and rubber panties on under those cute looking rumba panties aren’t you? Oh how cute is that? Jane then said a control phrase to her husband. “Sweety Pie” don’t you have something to say to this nice lady? She wanted her new baby husband to say something special to this lady who had answered the door, and the control phase made sure he said what she wanted him to. She made sure that he first gave a very cute little curtsy, and then using his best baby voice, with the lisp. He said to the lady, while still keeping his pacifier in his mouth“ “HI Ms. Lois”. “My name is “Baby Pricilla”. “Mommy said we had to stop by so I could show you how cute and adorable I look now. I feel so cute in my new frilly outfits that mommy makes me wear”. “Don’t I look really pretty”? “I’m so sorry, but mommy says from now on I can’t come over to play with you anymore, because that would be wrong”. Mommy said that I was a bad girl for doing that. So from now on I have to stay home, and be mommies cute little baby girl. The only fun I can have now is to please mommy & her friends when ever she wants, and play with all my dollies, while I sit in my playpen”. “I am only allowed to do what mommy tells me I can do from now on”. Then little Pricilla gave another little curtsy.

I am so sorry Amanda, I wanted to tell you about this before but I never got the courage.” I replied, feeling quite guilty. This taboo reveals the entrenched sexism that still exists in society. Nobody cares if a woman favours comfort over glamour and lives in trousers, windcheaters and runners. Women wear blue as a matter of course, but a man wearing pink can still raise eyebrows. My family once noticed my sister's panties in our guest room closet, her one piece in my sink, her compression shorts 3 times in my closet, once confronted with my mom and sis finding a two piece in my closet as I was in the room, I said as a complete lie "Well I chafe down there, and use the bottom half to stop that, and my dad caught me wearing a sports-bra once when I was 9(Which I could have gotten away with, had I not told him I was ) So I guess they basically know, and would tell them, but I dont think I could go on full time(Even though I really want to) and just the way people think of you, my friends who id loose alot of, basically telling them I have lied constantly and that I feel so wronged and cheated. Plus, I want to make my parents to feel proud when people know Im their son, and be to proud of me.

Afterwards, we'd lay in bed half-dressed – me in a grubby tee-shirt, my husband in a lace bra. He had one hand on his chest and one on mine. As he touched my body, I realized that he was imagining it was his own. Later I was watching tv, my dad came and sat beside me said “I don’t understand this, will you tell me about it?” I hesitated but she wasn’t talking no for an answer. She persuaded me to get into the car and go to the mall. My heart was racing the whole time and I felt shy & nervous about my new appearance. The only thing that came out of the marriage counselling was that we started to communicate better. To talk. From the talk I learned that she felt trapped with an obligation to "perform" ** for me and that trapping meant she did not even think about **.

It took the name The Seahorse Society, from the creature where the male incubates the eggs. Today, the society still exists, and is no longer a secret. In Victoria, the Seahorse Society is an umbrella group that mainly supports transgendered people as well as transvestites. I had to act fast and get rid of everything. I had heavy makeup on and even had nail polish in my hands and toes. So, I went straight to the bathroom, got undressed and started to remove my makeup and the nail polish as fast as I could. Then, I took all the clothes, makeup and shoes and put it in a bag and hide it in the store room. This is a fictional tale about a guy, who just wanted to recreate for him self a part of a fantasy story he read. But as we all know things don’t always go as we plan, and this was no exception. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing itShe was silent for a while. I could understand her reaction. I apologized to her for keeping such a secret from her. After that, she went to bedroom and we didn’t speak that whole night. I felt so bad about myself and I sat in the living room feeling so upset and embarrassed about my actions. I had no confidence to face her so I slept on the couch in the living room. May 18, 2022I don't believe anything from Fiona Dobson and I don't believe your stories, @Kimberc . They read like fantasies which means they probably are. Hey there! Thanks for sharing your experience as life changing as it must have been. I too have been crossdressing since my youth. When my older sister would have her friends over I would sneak her panties and bras to wear. Once she caught me in her room with her panties on and just gave me that look that I knew meant I would have to do as I was told. When her girlfriends came over she would playfully tell her friends that I was the little sister she never had. I did everything I was asked out of fear that she would reveal my dirty little secret. We are still working through this day by day and while my wife understands that if I could, I would fully transition, I also understand that she is not attracted to women and my relationship with her is the most important thing in my life. I have been wearing women jeans and other more unisex items for some time and she is comfortable with me wearing feminen underwear and more feminine styles in public and even experimenting with makeup and dressing up when I am home alone (I work from home and she commutes), but not ready for me to fully dress up in front of her or pursue any physical transition at this point. During the light of day I tried to talk myself out of this new mindset. I gave myself pep talks: "You love him, you want him to be happy, and you already decided that sex was not the defining feature of your relationship."

I would dive into her lingerie cabinet when she was at work and try on her latest lingerie. I would at most occasion get so indulged in dressing up that I forgot about time. I almost got caught two times and it was quite scary. Whereas once it was a few minutes with a climax and a downer now we have sometimes an hour of stimulation teasing. We are so much closer. I am desperate. I think about ** all the time. (That is why I am here) but I dare not ** because I would feel weak and I know I would feel depressed afterwards. I do not push for ** because that causes her to shut down. Just occasionally she will say that I can **. Maybe two times a year. But time and again, I would really feel bad about my crossdressing and then throw out all the clothes and feminine stuffs that I had brought and try to live a normal life. I crossdressed on and off for quite some time and after college, when I started working, I completely stopped to crossdress.I was spending too much money doing this so I decided to hide some of the feminine wardrobe in our store room. My wife was great at her job and she got promoted. She started to have more responsibility at work and would have to fly out without much notice sometimes. What follows is a short version of a story that I planned on recreating a small part of at home for my own entertainment. I want to try and feel just as if I am the person in the story. I tried to calm myself down and then went to open the door. I was still nervous if she would suspect something but with a smile I opened the door and welcomed her. She looked exhausted from her trip and said she wanted to take a shower to freshen up. You do not know that these are fantasies. I know personally of a lot of couples where the partner fully accepts and embraces the new life of their loved one, and this story is not different from those. I think we owe our fellow members to take what they say at face value. Sure, we can disagree with their opinions and arguments, but we ought to listen to what they tell us. Then, I got the pantyhose. I had never worn them before but always wanted to wear one. This was my best chance. So, slowly I put them on. I struggled to get it on because the alignment always got wrong. With quite a bit of effort, I finally got the pantyhose on. It was an intense feeling that I had never experienced before. I completely fell in love with how it felt on my legs. Lastly, I put on my mom’s heels and my feet could fit in them. It felt amazing.