There was a time when I never would have dreamed of dressing in my wife’s clothes. I knew what cross-dressing was, of course, but it had never seemed appealing to me. If anything, it seemed like a lot of trouble — all that makeup to be applied and straps to be fastened and uncomfortable clothes. Tight corsets and tight shoes. No, thank you.
That all changed the day I saw Elizabeth’s silky new robe.
I’ll never forget it. It was a rainy Sunday, and like most such days, we’d spent the time inside, watching TV and cuddling. Elizabeth had just finished her shower, and I’d gone in the bathroom to take my turn after stripping in our bedroom.
I found her standing in front of the sink, brushing out her gorgeous black hair, and she was wearing that robe. The sight of it hit me... Read More