Even though I had been dressing for so long, I never felt the completeness with that stupid mustache right below the nose, and all that hair on the arms, legs and chest. But I had to be content with that, because I didn't have the guts to shave it off. Once I got rid of my mustache though, but none of my family members liked it. I also felt that, I look so weird without that. So, I was hiding in the house without going out and meeting my friends and other people, until I had grown it back.

Years passed by. After graduating from the College I had to leave my home in search of a job in another state. I got one, in one of the metropolitan cities. I was living there with my friends and hence no chance of cd'ing. Then after a few years I got married. I wanted to tell my wife about my weakness to feminine clothes but I didn't know how will I express it. Then, one day while she was in the kitchen, I put on one of her nighties with a black nylon underskirt and went to the kitchen. She was concentrating on coocking and didn't see me. Without making any noise I slowly approched her from behind and hold her in my arms. She got scared and turned around to see me standing there in her nighty. She had a smile on her face. She didn't make any comments, but she asked me why I am wearing her clothes. I got nervous and my whole body became hot and somehow I told her, that it's just for fun. Then she asked me what kind of fun is it. I understood that the situation is getting worse. So I returned to the bedroom and changed back to my clothes. I realized that it's going to be difficult to convince her about my feelings of cross dressing.

Days kept rolling. Whenever I got oppertunities I used to try on my wife's dresses without her knowledge. The good part was most of her dresses fit me. One day while shaving I got this tremendous urge of shaving my mustache off. I was in double mind, whether to do it or not. Anyway I ended up shaving it off. Then I was little hesitated to come out and face my wife. It took me about ten fifteen minutes to come out from the bath room. I was just standing there looking in the mirror. My wife was surprised to see me clean shaven. But to my joy she said it's not bad to see me that way. I was releived of the pressure. After a few days I asked her whether she can take a few pictures of me dressed up as a woman. She asked me what am I going to do with the pictures. Anyway finally she agreed. I asked her for some help with the make up, but she refused. So I had to do it on my own. I never put on any makeup before. Anyway I did it the way I know. Although she was not happy with the whole situation, she took a few pictures of me wearing a churidar and a few other dresses. We slept very late after the photo session. While in the bed she didn't talk to me at all. I understood that she is upset. That mood continued for a few more days and then everything was back to normal.

Now a days I fulfill my fantasies of cross dressing whenever I get a chance. But I take extra care, not to be caught by my wife, because I want to have a peaceful family life. I don't want to go for any extremes like taking female hormones or having a sex change operation or some like that. I am happy with the gender I have, because God has created me that way. I want to remain as a man and to wear all those silky and soft feminine dresses and makeup and admire my feminie beauty in the mirror.

Sometimes I dream like, my wife accepting my passion to dress like a woman and our roles getting reversed, I becoming the 'housewife' doing all those house works, and she the bread winner!!!! Sounds funny right? Just dreaming....

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