| Falecia's Story Chapter Two |
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| The next few months were pretty relaxing for me because for the first time in my life someone knew about my crossdressing, saw me dressed and wasn't horrified. My recollection is that I dressed occasionally at times which became a prelude to our making love. This seemed titillating and Joanne seemed to enjoy the playfulness of it. In about six months we moved into a new house with a large master bedroom suite. My crossdressing in front of Joanne increased. Twice during this period I ordered matching shoes from Victoria Secret - Size 5 & Size 11. We spent lots of evenings and weekends dressing up and making love. I genuinely believed that I had found a life partner that I loved and who loved me enough to enjoy the crossdressing. She seemed to understand it was play. But it didn't last and perhaps I was both naïve and egocentric to believe that indulging my fantasies would be good for our relationship. One day I got home early from work and slipped into some hose, heels and a party dress. I was doing some computer work in our study when Joanne got home. For the first time, she said that she didn't like to see me dressed and asked if I would change. That day brought months (and years) of anxiety, anger, disappointment and frustration to our relationship. While we wrestled with my crossdressing we also endure a forced job transfer, the need to sell our dream home and harassment from people with whom we had worked. Today - in 2002 - we continue to struggle with the issue and I remain hopeful that Joanne will again be comfortable with it. While she knows that I still dress, she has refused to see me and becomes sullen or angry whenever the subject comes up. More to come. Please send me an email if this story rings true for you. Give me ideas of how telling our stories can foster greater acceptance. |
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