OMG! My Husband Is Wearing My Clothes

My husband is wearing my clothes. He is a cross dresser. I have been married to him for five years and I’ve known about his love for all things feminine (including me) for two years.

I remember I came home and got the shock of my life! My husband was parading around in my best DKNY dress and Prada shoes! My first thought was, “Is there a costume party I didn’t know about?” My next thought was, “He had better not stretch or scuff my shoes!”

It never crossed my mind that he would be doing that because he just wanted to wear my clothes. Boy, was I in for a shock. However, after the shock wore off, I realized that he was still the man I loved, whether my  husband was wearing my clothes or not.

I Surprised Him and He Surprised Me

When I first saw my husband wearing my clothes, he didn’t know that I was home, so I got a chance to watch him for a moment, unaware. Finally, I leaned against the door and said, “Nice shoes.” My husband almost jumped out of the dress. I could tell his heart was racing and his face was as white as the wall I was leaning against. Not really understanding his behavior, I asked about the costume party because it was all I could come up with.

To my surprise, my big, strong husband began to cry. Shocked, and now a little scared by his odd behavior, I told him to please tell me what was going on. I couldn’t see any immediate cause for alarm, so I tried to remain calm.

“I’m a cross dresser,” he gasped between sobs. Say what, I thought as, “What?!” came out of my mouth. I vaguely remembered seeing a thing about cross-dressing on one of the morning talk shows when I stayed home from work sick.

I couldn’t remember if it had said that all cross dressers were gay. Was my husband gay? Suddenly, every sex act we’d every done together flashed through my mind. Did I miss something somewhere? “I’m a cross dresser,” he said again. “Please don’t be mad at me….”

I Wasn’t Mad That My Husband Was Wearing My Clothes

“I’m only going to be mad if you stretch my $2000 shoes out,” I said this as kind of a joke to break the tension that was thick in the room. I really wasn’t angry, not yet, at least.  And I saw no reason to make him think I was. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

I thought this was a better way to get the information I needed than to ask a hundred questions. “Wait,” I said, thinking again, “Are you gay?” After he shook his head no, I spoke again. “Do you love me?” He told me emphatically yes. “Okay,” I said, “That’s what’s really important here. Now, do you want to tell me about it?”

He told me with a hitching voice that he had liked women’s clothes for as long as he could remember and starting secretly wearing them in college. “I became obsessed and couldn’t think of anything else. So one day I went online and bought some panties and a bra. Just to see if it would help me stop obsessing. I was failing my classes because of it, so I felt that I had to do something.”

It Felt So Right

He went on to say that he had gotten what he had purchased in the mail a few days later. “When I put them on, my God, it felt so right! I felt like I had finally added the missing piece to the puzzle of my life!” He wore them everywhere under his clothes after that. And soon, his grades improved.

He had secretly added to his feminine wardrobe ever since, but had never told another soul. He said that he had wanted to tell me about it from the moment he met me because he loved me and needed me to know. But he couldn’t bring himself to say anything for the same reason. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing me.

He Could Have Told Me He Was Wearing My Clothes

“You should’ve told me,” I said, understanding now the mystery of the locked bathroom doors and his need for privacy where privacy is usually not required. I assured him that, while it would take me some time to take it all in, I didn’t see how this would change us because he was still the same person that got out of my bed that morning, whether my husband was wearing my clothes, or not.

He gave me the brightest smile and began to cry again. I put my arms around him and hugged him close. I kissed him then whispered, “But take my fucking shoes off this instant!”

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