Jane's Story
By Jane DuCidre
Real Life Transgender StoriesBy Jane DuCidre
So in a strange way I am now getting the best of both worlds, with the right partner not only to understand, but also to take part in my fantasies and encourage them, and finally having admitted to myself and my wife that I am not weird but confused a little. It's nice to know that I am not on my own in this, I have the full support of the best friend I could ever have - my wife.
There are a lot of people out there just like me, some more confused, some less. I feel the only way forward is to embrace things for what they are and make the best of it. At least being open with my wife about it has cleared a lot of pain for the two of us. We now know where we are coming from, and where we are going. And we are both enjoying it.
My wife knows roughly what kind of clothing I like and she has the experience to know what I can get away with and what I can't. She buys me at least one full set of underwear per week. Something I haven't overcome yet - fear of someone guessing our secret. I was always capable of buying sexy lingerie for my wife, but haven't got the confidence to walk in and buy for myself. I guess it's a paranoid phobia, thinking that the shop assistant will suspect the suspenders, panties, bra, skirt and top are for me, and not my wife.
Not only is my underwear draw getting full, but I now have two wigs, 4" stillettos, 2" court shoes and several skirts and tops (plus anything my wife lets me try on of hers). We are a similar size.
Life at home is now fantastic (it was always good before). I get home from my job of work and jump straight in the bath. Once dry, I apply the breast hormone cream. Then on goes the correct clothing to my mood. Once dressed my wife at first applied the make up, but after a short while, she put her foot down, saying, "no, you do it, I'll watch." Her theory behind this being that if I didn't try, I'd never learn.
This does work quite well, because if I do make a mistake, she points it out there and then, so it is easier to rectify before I have applied any more make up. Surprisingly to myself, I am getting the hang of it (too little looks better than too much). Then to finish it all off, on goes the wig.
Once again, the wife showed me how to make it look just right. The 4" stilettos gave us both a laugh - I nearly broke my neck trying to walk in them - but with practice walking round the household, I have mastered them.
I agreed with my Wife that coming out to the public was very risky. Where I live people don't like anything different from the "Blinkered" upbringing they know (it's a fishing fishing community). However, I would like to go to one of the TV clubs and meet more people like myself who will treat me with the same understanding that they ask for themselves. I think my wife might enjoy the club as well, as she could meet other saints like herself.
It's amazing how after all this, our lives are back on track with each other, swapping jokes, ideas, clothes and making love better than ever before. A clear conscience can work wonders for a troubled mind. It certainly did mine.
To walk around my town dressed up without an excuse is out of the question, but if a fancy dress party does pop up I know a Gal who can't wait to get her party gown on!
Hugs and Kisses, Jane DuCidre.
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