Ransvestia
it wasn't so terrible after all. Believe it or not, on our wedding night, she presented me with a beautiful lacy pair of panties and a matching slip. I knew then our marriage would be a long and good
one.
Over the years she has accepted the fact that I am a transvestite and will let me wear panties under my suits and even sleep in very feminine nightgowns. She absolutely refused, however, to allow me to dress completely in her presence.
To avoid arguments at home, I hid my dresses, wig, bras, make- up, shoes, etc. and told her they had been destroyed. I began to find excuses for having to go back to work at night. After carefully sneaking an outfit I wanted to wear into the car trunk, I would go to a deserted spot to change and then drive around looking in shop windows and feel pretty good about how clever I was. I actually got away with this behavior for nearly 10 years and, during this period, I found out about Transvestia. For the first time, I understood that I, a heterosexual transvestite, was not alone.
My job required some overnight travel, and, naturally, I always took along my girl clothes. On these trips, I had much more time to devote to my dressing and makeup and the result was, I thought, quite acceptable.
I became bolder over the years and would even shop in crowded stores and mingle with people on busy sidewalks. No one, apparently, suspected that I was not exactly what I fancied myself to be a fairly tall, but not terrible-looking woman. I have received wolf whistles and have had to turn down advances made by men who seemed dis- appointed that I was not "available."
Then, one night about five years ago, it happened-the night that very nearly spelled my ruin.
Before an impending extended business trip to the home office of the company I work for, I purchased two new dresses and all the various items I would need to make the visit a memorable one. As thing turned out, it was indeed that!
Upon concluding the first day's business, I had dinner alone and returned to my motel room around 7:00 p.m. After a shower and
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