The Letter

So thinking back to coming out to my wife I know we were in work the next day so her request to dress me as a Woman and the ensuing assumption I made that she'd sussed that I was a crossdresser was on a Sunday evening..

Some time over the next few hours a pretty sleepless night for me and probably my wife who gave me the cold shoulder in bed in no mood to talk about me being a crossdresser I wrote my wife a letter.

I needed to explain what it meant that I was a crossdresser and to assure her it was no big deal.

I did zero internet research and the letter started something like.. 'I know it's a massive shock finding out I'm a crossdresser but it's something I've done all my life and you asking to dress me up as a woman I assumed you'd somehow found out I was a crossdresser and I'd hoped you asking to make me up and dress me as a woman was your way of saying I know what you do and it's ok.. how wrong I was and I'm sorry"..

I then went on to write the truth about my crossdressing, admitting it started with tights and liking the feel with my Batman T-Shirt as a kid, liking the feel of silk, satin and lace as a kid, my love of women and femininity.. I admitted in the letter that I used to wear my mother's lingerie, hosiery, heels and clothes..

How dressing all my life had progressed, how it made me feel to dress, how it turned me on, how I liked the feel of the clothes compared to men's clothing, how it was a form of substitution for not having a GF in these things, how admitting I was a crossdresser didn't mean every time I was home alone I was in her lingerie how it was an occasional thing but admitting I have worn her lingerie and I have dressed fully before.

I also wrote about how I felt seeing myself in makeup for the first time and how I'd like to try that again and see myself made up fully again.

I wish I'd kept the letter as I could have shared more of it here..

When my wife and I were home from work I asked if we could talk about last night and said I'd written a letter I hoped she'd read explaining things and that I wanted to be there when she read it to answer any questions.

It was an emotional time and was an awkward evening and I remember us going to bed and I asked again could we talk before we went to sleep and if she'd read the letter...

Davina