Finally Discovered

Ever since I was a young boy I have had the need to dress in female clothes. It began with wearing my sisters panties and over the years progressed. Eventually I was wearing bras panties stockings dresses skirts blouses shoes etc.

At every opportunity I would dress and then began to experiment with make up wigs anything that would make me look more femme and convincing as a women. I’d even wear false fingernails and varnish them along with my toes such was my desire to be as feminine as I possibly could.

Eventually by watching women closely I tried to emulate them how they talked walked acted and such. I became totally comfortable in heels a great asset in teaching you to walk slower smaller steps and in a more feminine manner.

As the years passed life went on and I eventually married as convention expects. My wife and I were a good match both with good work ethics although she was much more driven in respect of her career and was continually being promoted and therefore spending more and more time in the working environment.

Whilst this was not always ideal it at least gave me the opportunity to indulge in my cross dressing which of course was still important to me. I took that and was happy to be able to. My wife seemed happy and her career went from strength to strength culminating in being headhunted by another company and being offered a position with her salary effectively doubled along with share options private health car company car etc.

This took her to a six figure a year salary now three times what I was currently earning but of course it brought us a great home and lifestyle.
The downside was her job was very demanding of her time but she loved her work I knew that and again it suited my need to dress.

So we went along happily for the most until thru pure bad luck or fate the world for us both changed. My wife told me she was to attends buisness forum in the Midlands for two days. She’d be away overnight and said if I wished I could go and stay at the hotel I’d just need to amuse myself while she was working . Of course I declined in my head this was the perfect opportunity to engage in my own real desire but extensively. I could finally make myself up do my hair nails toenails etc and of course dress totally.

A few weeks later my wife left on a Wednesday for her business forum saying I’ll see you tomorrow evening sometime. I’d already freed myself from work by taking a few days leave time was off no concern.

I was showered and talced inside a half hour sitting at my wife’s dressing table applying foundation blusher mascara lipstick etc until I was happy with the image I saw in the mirror. Slipping off my wife’s silk dressing gown. I started to dress my underwear laying on our bed. My choice of the many that I had brought and hidden over the years.

I slipped on a black lacy bra matching suspender belt and panties accompanied this with black seamed stockings I’d aways worn stockings as opposed to tights as I love the feel of them under a dress or skirt.

I like to wear fairly tight dresses with that in mind I put on an A line black dress I had brought from a charity shop it fitted me well was about mid thigh in length along with opened toed four inch black heels. I love the way accentuates I’m wearing stockings and my suspenders are outlined thru my dress much the same as the outlines of bra and bra straps are.

Once I was happy with my complete appearance I retired from the bedroom to our lonunge made myself a light first put on Real Housewives something I love to watch and sat watching this totally happy feeling my stockinged legs rubbing together and my suspender straps tightening in my stockings as I crossed my legs looking down at my varnished toes in my open four inch heels.

Totally immersed in my femininity I was suddenly awoken by the sound of our front door opening and my wife calling out “ I saw your car on the driveway did you not go into work today “

I was frozen to my chair unable to move and for what seemed a lifetime that eventually the lounge door was pushed fully open and my wife saw me sitting looking with complete horror at what she was seeing.

This was the moment that my life was about t chabge completely and I was in the future to be not only the women and housewife I had always wanted to be but a totally cuckolded husband that understood and accepted his wife’s right to be with a Real Man that provided her with the sexual needs she deserved and wanted.

I was no longer a man just an advantageous person my wife uses for her every need. She can now totally cinceyon her career as her housewife husband does everything and anything she says.

As she always says you choose your life now be the best you can be. The consequences of not are not something you would not want to face

I think we understand each other. Her wicked smile telling me my future had been decided by her for me and I was unable to go back.