The Realisation Of Michaela
By Michaela Jane
So here we both are. All warm, relaxed and cosy, drink in hand and ready for a quiet 'girls' night in.
Where to start my story is the real problem, so I suppose that I had better start by skipping the 'usual' parts about my desire to cross dress from the age of 15 when my father was beating me on a regular basis, yet leaving my sister alone. So, I soon decided to get out of there while I was still in one piece!
By the time I was 20, I had a reasonable job and a new wife!
All should have been fine, except that I had been wearing my sisters and my own female underwear for several years prior to marriage, and then started to buy my own 'things' in the forlorn hope that my Wife would either 'understand' or that I would be able to hide the whole thing from her...Some chance!...I did not take me very long to ascertain what her thoughts about Transvestites and cross-dressing were, so there was no chance of going down the 'Confession' route...The urge just got stronger and stronger and I spent hundreds of pounds on 'closet' goodies, only to throw them all away every time I felt guilty about my simple Fetish.
In the end, I just gave in to 'it' and vowed to not Let her find out...Or did I WANT to be found out.
We shall never know, as the whole think came to a head on February 14th...Valentines Night...Just before we were about to go out for a romantic dinner to celebrate our third Valentines Day as a married couple.
I had been at home most of the day while my wife had been to visit her mother in the next town.Naturally, I had taken advantage of her absence to indulge in a fantastic session of perfumed Bath etc, before spending the remainder of the day totally crossdressed.
I was 'changed back' and ready for her when she returned and was waiting for her to get changed prior to our night out together. All was well, until I saw her coming down the stairs carrying an armful of MY dresses and some underwear.
My throat went dry as I realised that the dreaded day had arrived. I had been found out, and she was FURIOUS.
'I can't believe what you have been doing' 'I am so disgusted with you' and so on, and so on..
Like a fool, I had left open the sliding door in the back of the spare Wardrobes that I had built in behind the fitted units in the second Bedroom, where she also kept her 'special occasion dresses'..Why did I not think that she would be needing to go to THAT wardrobe on Valentines Day..and then for me to leave the 'secret' door OPEN!
Well, no doubt most of you have 'been there', so I won't bore you with the details of the disgust, temper, shame etc, except to say that I had no alternative but to leave the house there and then.. The only difference was that I never went back, ever, as she later made it quite clear that we were really finished, and that she was going to move in with her female friend from the office, and as the house was rented anyway, there was no great loss...I still wonder if the incoming tenant ever discovered my secret wardrobe!
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