Black lace knickers a private joke

Yesterday was one of those days - A want to crossdress but cant.. again!!.

A working-from-home day but kids off school.

So I did what I often do when the urge is there but the opportunity isn’t—I reached into my drawer after a shower following my morning exercise and chose a pair of black lace knickers. Soft, nylon, delicate.

I wore them all day under my joggers, even when we went over to help my in-laws with some DIY.

There I was, carrying tools, passing drills, and moving boxes… in black lace. not that they knew.

It’s funny how no one has a clue while blending into the ordinary.

At one point, my brother-in-law bent over to pick something up and the top of his boxer shorts peeked out.

Branded waistband, bold as you like.

Someone made a joke about the brand, everyone laughed, the moment passed.

But I had a private smile to myself.

If only they knew, I thought. If my joggers dipped just a little lower, you wouldn’t see Calvin Klein.. You’d see George' from Asda black lace knickers.

Now that would start a conversation.

I imagined the reaction, the whispers, maybe a stunned silence, maybe a laugh.

Maybe someone nudging my wife later and saying, “Um… I think he’s wearing…”

It was just a moment, but it stayed with me. Not because I wanted to be found out—but because no one in the room would ever suspect me to be wearing lingerie.

A layer no one expects.

It also reminded me how much I wish I could share these things with my wife more.

That moment could have been our private joke - She'll know if she reads this..

But lately, she hasn’t picked up on my signals. I’ve tried subtle nudges—little messages, soft cues that Davina needs time and space—but they’ve gone unanswered.

We haven’t spoken about crossdressing in a while, and I’m not sure why.

Maybe life’s just noisy. Or maybe it’s something else.

Either way, I miss that connection.

This morning I was up early. Walked 3.5 miles before most people had even boiled the kettle, more comfy walking in a pair of knickers than chafing boxers.

Showered, dressed, joggers and a t-shirt… and yes, another pair of black lace knickers underneath.

Davina