I don’t know or why, but some crazy things have been going on around here lately.
Let me start by saying I am a cross dresser and have been one for many years. My wife knows about my hobby but has never been interested or helpful. That’s where things have been crazy. I have the summer off so when everyone goes to work I have an opportunity to dress in my finest. I have a few things hidden away and what I don’t have I BORROW from my daughters. My wife is small (size 10) and I am on the large size (size 14-16).
As I said I’m off for the summer so I have to play maid wash, cook, and clean. The other day I was hanging up the clean clothes and found this beautiful blouse in my wife’s side of the closet. Of course I just HAD to try it on. It was gorgeous and to my surprise it fit perfectly. This is what started the whole thing.
It wasn’t her size and there was no way it would fit anyone but me. I got to thinking "has she changed her mind". You see I have grown my hair long and let my nails grow. Of late she has been making observations that she never made before. Like the other night she asked if I had shaved my legs. I hadn’t but then again I don’t have much hair on them to start with.
Then last night in bed she asked if I enjoyed the new top she got. Well I have never seen her wear it so I was cautious of my answer. She said not to worry she knew I had tried it on and thought it would cute and that was why she bought it. I was in CD heaven. She knew and wasn’t upset, had she changed her opinion. She said that the next day she was off she wanted to see me in it.
I have to tell you something didn’t sound right. 28 years of marriage and she has known for 27 years and never has she wanted to see me dressed. What’s going on here?
As luck would have it she was off 2 days later. When she is off she usually sleeps in, but not this day. Right after the kids left for work she grabs me and says, "Go get dressed". Well first of all I am dressed shorts and t-shirt (about all I wear in the summer). I tell her I am dressed and she says "no your not that pink blouse is in the closet still". I ask her "how far" and she says "all the way". I tell her that it will take some time and she tells me to take my time and do my best.
Seeing this as the "best last chance" I head for the bathroom. I first get the things I usually use and get started. First I pull my hair back and get the closest shave of my life. Next I start with the barest amount of foundation and a slight amount of blush. All the time I hear her puttering around in the bedroom. She calls to me and says she has laid out the blouse and some other things, and to let her know when I’m ready to dress. I tell her through the door that I’m just putting on my make-up and have to do my hair yet. She says okay and leaves. Back to me I do my very best taking care to get the eye shadow right. Then the mascara and finally a nice shade of lip-gloss. When I look at myself in the mirror I can’t believe I’m doing this with her home.
Now I’m not the best with makeup but I’ve a pretty good job. Now is the time to start on my hair. Now this is a slight problem, you see I have mpb so even though my hair is long I don’t have much in the front. I have the curling iron plugged in and am just getting ready to curl my hair when there is a knock at the door and it opens just the slightest. In comes my baggie with my hairpiece in it .I freeze. She knows where I hide my things. She says, "Here you might want this". I take it and feel a little depressed but what the heck she wants me to "look my best". I finish curling my ends and comb back the top and put in my hair. I comb down the bangs and smooth it in. when I look in the mirror I see this is the best I have done in a long time. At this point I screw up my courage and call down to her that I’m ready to get dressed. She calls back to go ahead and get started that she is getting coffee and will be up in a few minutes.
It’s now or never, so into the bedroom I go. There on the bed is my whole cross-dressing life. My bra and waist cincher, my breast enhancers, and 3-inch heels. Also there is the cute pink blouse, and she has laid out a nice black skirt. The skirt is not mine but I soon realize it is my size. I have never seen it before and wonder where it came from. But true to the day I start to put it all together. First I put on a very tight pair of panties and do some slight rearranging (not much to start with, then the bra, and the breast enhancers. Next I look around and sure enough there is a brand new pair of queen size panty hose. So I sit and take great care pulling then up my legs. Wouldn’t want a run for my debut. Just about then there is a knock at the door and she asks if I’m decent and I say pretty much. She asks if I need any help and I tell her it’s going pretty well. She says to come down when I’ve finished. Gee I thought she was going to barge in and criticize. Now I’m all ready for the blouse and skirt. The blouse is a soft pink cotton shell with a vest attached. It feels so good going on. Next the skirt, it fits like it was made for me. Where did she find it, it is just the right size and comes down to just little above my knees. As I zip it up she calls up "are you ready yet " I tell her almost, I hear her laugh and say "now you know why I’m always late". The last thing to do is put on the shoes. As I slip them on the picture is complete. I can’t stop looking at myself in the floor length mirror. I have got it right for the first time in a long time. Ack my hair is messed up so back to the bathroom for a touch up.
Well now my hair is right. My makeup is right and the clothes look fabulous. It’s time to go down and face her for the first time as "Donna". Yes that is my fem name Donna. As I step out of the bathroom I hear my heels on the wood floor and my knees start to buckle. What am I doing? She ‘s going to laugh, and belittle me. Do I want this? I stop but I hear her call "well I’m waiting". I reach down real deep and grab my courage and start down. As I enter the living room she is watching TV and at first doesn’t see me. Then she turns and eye’s me up and down. Girl am I in for it now. But wait there is a smile developing on her lips. She is going to make fun of me. But no she gets up and runs across the room and hugs the stuffing’s out of me. She tells me I have done a wonderful job and there are only a few minor improvements she can make. I am so happy I almost faint. She has finally accepted the other side of me.
We sit on the couch and she tells me that she is sorry that it has taken this long. I ask her why now and she says that recently she has noticed that I have been calmer and happier that ever before. She has come to the conclusion that my hobby has an effect on me that she likes.
At this point she gets up picks up her keys and says lets go. I look at her with disbelief and say where? She says "silly" for your improvements. I said, "You know I have never been out dressed like this".
Well she says, "Today is good as any other". So out to her car we go, I ask where she that she has made an appointment for me to get a full make over.
At this point confusion sets in and I just sit as she drives. She drove me right around the corner to our usual hair salon. When she parked I couldn’t get out. She told me not to be silly that Julie knew and they had already talked about this for some time. Talk about planning. As we walked in Julie scampers over to my wife and gives her a big hug and then turns to me with a big smile says " Girl are you in for a big day". This set me a little at ease but what was going to happen? My wife tells Julie she’s all yours call me when she’s done and leaves giving me a peck on the cheek.
Julie leads me to the back and tells me not to worry. She says I should remove my blouse, skirt and pantyhose because we wouldn’t want to get it dirty. So off the blouse comes and I get pretty pink robe that comes down to my knees. Next she gently unclips my hairpiece and tells me to sit at the wash sink. Well I’ve done this before so I sit down and start to lean back but she no sit up. This is where it gets hairy. Julie goes to the back and comes out with the foulest smelling stuff I have ever smelled. She giggles and says not to worry. So I close my eyes and let her go to town. She works the stuff into my hair all the while asking my about how my day has been. I tell her just like any other and we both laugh. After she finishes working that stuff in she sets a timer and tells me to wait. She brings me the newest copy of Vogue and says enjoy. Well 25 minutes later she comes back and says time to wash. I slide back and she rinses out my hair, but won’t let me see it. She wraps it in a towel and says follow her to her station. I move over and sit. In go the rollers. I still can’t see. When she is done she has me move over to the area in the back and has me lay down on the couch. She places a hair dryer over my head and tells me to relax. Well this has been such a stressful morning it sounds good.
Julie then starts to comb my eyebrows with a small comb saying just a little too bushy. She applies something warm and says hold on as she pulls the wax off. I protest but she says it’s all part of the treatment. Then goes the next. Gee it hurts, she rubs in some lotion and the pain goes away. Next thing I know she is spreading the warm wax on my legs. I say wait but she tells me" this has all been directed by my wife". So here I lay waxed legs and eyebrows. This is every cross dressers dream but how will explain this at work. Ah heck I wear long pants all the time any way; it feels so strange not to have hair on my legs. After my legs are waxed she comes over with her manicure tray. She says that I am lucky because she only has to apply tips. Julie soaks my hands and sets to work on my nails. 45 minutes later I am the proud wearer of 1-inch nails done in a bright red. Gee these nails are to die for. Then it dawns on me that I will have to go home and explain to my daughters why daddy has long red nails. But I figure that my wife must have something up her sleeve. Just about now my hair is dry and Julie tells me to move back to her station. She says that she is only going to trim my hair and work on my mpb. Yea right what can she do about that. Gee do I find out. All this time I still haven’t seen what was done earlier but what could I do now? After about 15 min on trimming she tells me to close my eyes that she is about to fix my bald areas.
So here I sit eyes closed and she secures a band across my forehead saying that it’s to keep the solution out of my eyes. At this point I don’t know what is going on but I haven’t been hurt (much) yet. I feel a cool liquid go no then something like a string attached where my hairline used to be. Julie tells me to sit still till it sets. After about 15 min she says it came out just right, and that I will just love it. Well anything not to have the balding area in the front. She removes the mask but I still can’t see. She says now it’s time for makeup. Now I never knew she did makeup but here I am. As she does my face she tells me what she is doing and that I should have no problem. She puts on 3 shades of eye shadow and says that with my "new" eyebrows that my eyes look so much nicer. A little blush and she adds the lip-gloss and says for her assistant to call my wife and tell her that I am almost done. I am then lead to the back of the salon and helped to dress. But before the skirt and blouse she has me remove my bra and inserts, and fits me with a corset saying that it will help my figure. She hooks me up and tightens a little saying that I don’t need much then she helps me fit the inserts back in. she holds out the blouse telling me to be careful not to muss my hair. Next back on with the panty hose. Talk about a rush nylons on waxed legs wow. Now the skirt and then back to the chair for the finishing touches. Still I haven’t seen anything from the chest up what has she done. Just as she finishes up my wife walks in, and asks where I am. Boy this must have been some makeover; she doesn’t know it’s me in the chair. I just sit there and smile at her. Finally the light bulb goes on and she ohhs and ahs hugging Julie saying how great I look. Well I say, "isn’t about time I see" they both smile and say okay. With that Julie spins the chair around toward the mirror. You will never believe the surprise I got. There in the chair is the most lovely looking creature I have ever seen. Her blue eyes with thinly arch eyebrows are framed by the most beautiful blonde mass of hair in the world. Yes you got it from mousy brown to blonde in just one morning. I am mesmerized by this lovely apportion. Then I start to cry. They both ask why and I say I can’t be a blonde how will the girls take it. My wife says not to worry that they are at home now waiting to meet their aunt.
I clean up my tears and say I knew she would think of something. So thanking Julie with the biggest hug and kiss we head for home.
Now getting home is another story that I will tell later. But just to keep you interested I will tell you it was something else.
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