I have had the desire to dress in female clothing as long as I can remember. Early in our twenty-five-year marriage, I told Ingrid of my interest in female attire. She went along with my cross-dressing several times as a joke, but refused any further participation. Try as I might, I could not persuade my wife to take part in my diversion. My cross-dressing was limited to times when my wife was away or I was alone in the house. After all these years, a most surprising turn of events occurred some nine months ago.

Following a late breakfast one Sunday morning, we got into one of our cross-dressing arguments. Then, to my amazement, my wife suddenly agreed to help me dress for the day, but only on the condition that she be in complete control of the program. To say the least, I could not believe what was happening.

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