I was in a great marriage. We got along, did fun things, and had a great sex life. My wife, Joann, or “Jo”, knew that I had cross-dressed when I was a teenager. I had told her how my sister, Maggie, had dressed me as a girl for a Halloween party when I was sixteen. I told Jo that she had done such a good job that almost everyone at the party thought I was a girl! One guy had even asked me why I hadn’t worn a costume. I en...

I left Jane’s house feeling exhilarated. I was fairly confident that I passed as a woman, but I only had Jane and Jim telling me that. Maybe they told every client that. As I drove, I thought about what I had done. I not only dressed fully as a woman, and received lengthy instructions on how to act like one, but I had made out with a man and sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. I felt guilty. But not for the reason...

I steered into the driveway that I had pulled into hundreds of times. This was the first time dressed as a woman. I knew I couldn’t stop what I started. I wasn’t controlling the overwhelming desire to be feminine. It seemed to control me. As a couple walked by, I pressed the remote and pulled into the garage. I watched TV for a while. Though it was late, I decided to try on the lingerie and heels I purchased. After dawnin...

After an exhilarating weekend, my life unfortunately returned to normalcy. Bob went back to work. We came home, had dinner, and watched TV. I realized Joann was processing. Duh. I just told her I wanted to dress and act like a woman. I didn’t want to press my luck. By Thursday, Joann seemed to have made a decision. “I know you want to dress, so take Friday off and do it.” She smiled. Joann kissed me goodbye as she left, s...

We were standing around talking when Susie’s husband Peter, and Patty’s husband Joe, wandered over. I took a deep breath. They had each known Bob for years. Joe said, “What are you girls yapping about?” “Oh, just girl talk,” replied Patty. “Who’s your pretty friend, Joann?” asked Peter. “This is Elizabeth. We are old friends. She is visiting from out of town and may be moving here. We have been friends since college.” “Ni...

I had reached the point where the only time I wasn't Elizabeth was at work. “I know you hate wearing male clothing,” Joann told me one morning as I was getting ready for work. “It’s like you are cross-dressing as a man. I want you to quit your job so you can live as the woman we know you want to be. We are so much happier as two girls. I want you to be happy.” I knew she was right. I wanted to be Elizabeth, not Bob. That...

When we returned home from our girl adventure on a Saturday. The next morning, we sat down to talk about what to do next. “Elizabeth, You enjoyed the entire week,” Jo declared. “I am sure we had a better time than we would have if you were Bob. I had a great time. It’s up to you, but I think it’s time for you to be a woman full-time.” “Are you sure, Joann?” I asked. “When was the last time you wore male clothing other tha...

The divorce was final in two months. I owned only women’s clothing and lingerie. Joann let everyone know about the divorce. What we hadn’t considered was that her other friends, as well as colleagues, would want to fix her up with dates. Besides that, the same friends wanted to fix me up. We put them off but realized that if we didn’t occasionally go out with men, everyone would think we were lesbians. We considered that...