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I walked into the bedroom and immediately saw a pair of pink satin panties and a matching pink camisole neatly laid out on the bed. There was a note next to them, my wife’s beautiful handwriting obvious from across the room.
“Trevor My Love,
I finally feel like I know my husband. You’ve kept your secret from me for far too long, but now I know. I’ve seen the stories and websites on your computer. I know you yearn to be feminine, to dress in girl’s clothes, to feel soft and loved like a girl does. I love you and want to help you. If you want that too then please put on the camisole and panties and join me in the living room. If it’s too scary or you’re not sure this is what you want, simply put them back in the drawer and throw this note away and we’ll never talk about it again.
This is your chance to embrace your true desires,
Your loving wife,
As I put the note down and my fingers gently caressed the soft pink satin of the lingerie she had left out for me, my heart pumped hard in my chest. My mind raced with questions as my loins stirred to life at the thought of dressing like a girl for my wife. I had made quite an effort to cover his tracks, so how had she found all that stuff on my computer? Was she being honest when she said she wanted to help me, or was she setting a trap and I would soon be divorced and humiliated if I accepted?
Ultimately, the allure of living my fantasy in the open proved too strong to resist and I stripped off my male clothes to slip into the lingerie on the bed. It fit me perfectly; clearly Melanie had gone shopping specifically for me. Immediately I felt a sense of relief and confidence that she wasn’t planning on humiliating me.
It wasn’t the first time I’d felt women’s lingerie against my body, and just like those past times I was almost immediately aroused. My cock bulged against the tight pink satin that hugged my crotch. Melanie had sprayed just a hint of perfume on the lingerie and my nose bathed in it, leaving me awash in a sense of femininity that I found oddly comforting.
Awash in a mixture of anxiety and desire, I left the bedroom and headed down the hallway to the living room. Melanie sat on the couch, her gaze directed at me as I rounded the corner. Her eyes were full of warmth and love and a wave of relief washed over me as I saw her smile and stand, beckoning me to her.
“You look so pretty in your pink satin, dear,” she said, her hands on either side of my face as she leaned in and pressed her lips gently against mine for a tender kiss. She sat down and patted the couch cushion next to her, saying “Sit down next to me and let’s talk about where we’re going to go from here.”
“I discovered your secret a few months ago but kept it to myself because I needed to think. At first I was angry, though I’m not sure I could really tell you why. That was replaced with a sense of relief, to be honest, because I felt like so many of the problems in our marriage were immediately explained. You’ve been hiding, and now you can come out in the open. Do you want that baby?”
I felt overwhelmed, like a lifetime of pent up feelings was crashing down on me at once. I decided that complete honesty was the only way to go from here on out, consequences be damned.
“I want that more than anything, Melanie,” I said, my eyes fixed on hers to gauge her reaction, still paranoid that she might be waiting to spring her trap and destroy me.
She had no such intention, of course. Instead, she leaned forward and kissed me, this time with passion behind it. Her tongue pushed past my lips and into my mouth, aggressively pressing against mine as her hands ran over my pink satin lingerie. It was electric to feel her touch me, to experience the satin pressing against my skin as she groped me with lust.
She was immensely turned on and her desire gave me an intense erection that she quickly freed from my panties, pulling them aside and grabbing my cock in her soft hand. Without a word she straddled me, pulled her skirt up around her waist, and sat on my rigid shaft. My first sexual experience as a crossdresser was over quickly. I was just too aroused and came inside her in less than two minutes.
She stayed on top, slowly grinding her hips on my still rigid cock and basking in the aftermath of her own orgasm.
“I want to make you a pretty girl, Trevor, so you need a pretty girl’s name. Is there a name you use when you fantasize about being a girl?”
Bethany. It was always Bethany, from the very first time I dressed in lingerie as a teenager. “Bethany,” I said, my voice nearly at a whisper.
“That’s a pretty name. Well Bethany, why don’t you follow me to the shower so we can get cleaned up after our adventure.”
We stripped and stepped into the shower, washing each other’s bodies as she talked about how she was going to help me be a pretty girl when I wanted to be Bethany.
“Eventually we’ll shave your legs so you can feel smooth and feminine like a girl, but we’ll hold off on that for now,” she said, running her soapy hands over my body. I couldn’t help but get hard at the thought of smooth legs, pretty girl’s clothes, and more crossdressing sex with my wife.
After drying each other off we retired to the bedroom, taking advantage of our renewed arousal. She held my hand and led me to the bed, pulling back the comforter to reveal soft pink satin sheets.
“A pretty girl should always sleep on satin sheets,” she said, a sweet smile on her face. I couldn’t believe how excited she was at my fantasy and how much thought she had already put into it.
It was heavenly to slip into bed and pull the sheets up and even though I was still Trevor, it felt tantalizingly soft and feminine. We made love again, drawing out the experience this time as she whispered to me about how I was going to be such a pretty girl and how she was going to help me be the crossdresser I had always dreamed of.