Attic sort out..

Last night I found myself up in the attic, making space, doing something mundane—repacking some black bin bags which stored clothes if my wifes, the kind of bags that fall apart in your hands with age and being moved from one side of the attic to the other.

I've sorted a big bag of old male clothing of mine to go to a second hand charity store and some things fit for the bin.

It was meant to be a tidy-up job, something practical and was but like so many things in my crossdressing journey, what started as practical turned unexpectedly into finding some things I could borrow.

There were so many clothes I'd never seen before. Dresses, skirts, blouses—styles from another time and some still in fashon.

When mybwife bought half of it ive no clue as never seen some of it before.

Some I recognised. Others felt like ghosts from a wardrobe past.

Among the many, there were five dresses that caught my eye.. My kinda style.

I don’t remember ever seeing my wife wear them.

Maybe they were bought and never worn.

But they were very much my style—classic cuts, a hint of elegance, without being flashy.

V neck flattering to my shape and the dress however you describe it fitted at the waist but not tight or pencil skirt type that would show a bulge down there so ideal.

I could instantly imagine how they’d feel on me, how they’d fit, how they’d look with my usual black tights and heels.

I didn’t take them down. I placed them into a tallboy unit we keep up there, on hold, Waiting for an opportunity.

Future borrowed, but respectfully so.

I don’t know when I’ll get to try them on. But I know I will. And that’s enough for now something to look forward to a new look, pattern and colours.

We need a good sort out and she needs to set up a Vinted account and sell or make room.

Davina