Chapter 1 - Found Out

"I think we need to talk," said my wife as I entered the house from work. "I've been worried about you for a while now but I think this needs an explanation." She showed me an envelope and the catalogue and the lingerie that was inside it.

My heart sank. How was I going to explain my little idiosyncrasy, as I saw it, to the woman I loved? I thought about trying to bluster it out but realised that I really owed it to the both of us to tell the truth.

"It's a long story and I am not sure how you are going to take it. Please listen before you jump to any conclusions."

With that I proceeded to tell her about my other self. I began when I was young and once in a school play I had to play the part of a girl because I went to an all boys' school. I explained how that had a profound effect on me. The feeling of the silky material against my body and the freedom I felt. This was also the first time that I had to wear heels and explained that I liked the way that they altered my posture and the way that I walked. Ever since that time I had this urge to dress at first as girl and later, as I grew older, a woman. I explained how I especially liked the feel of underwear and the swishing sound that it made when I moved around.

I told her of the many times that I had undergone the cross-dressing purge. Having spent quite an amount of money on underwear, shoes and clothing I would feel guilty and throw everything away only at a later date to regret it and begin the process all over again. I told her that I loved her and did not want to lose her but that no matter how hard I tried I could not get Lisa, my alter ego, out of my system.

To be fair the amount I told her was more than this. I must have talked to her for over an hour and, to give her credit, she listened and did not interrupt. I finally told her that I still loved her and that Lisa in no way affected my feelings for her.

"I am going to need some time to think this through," she said. "I have had my suspicions for some time now. I thought at first it was another woman, an in a way I suppose it was but not in the way that I was thinking."

I looked at her but all that I could say was, "Sorry."

"We will see if you need to be sorry in the future. For now I will try and imagine that you are still the same person I married and try and treat you as my husband until I have worked this out in my mind. Here you had better do something with these." She handed me the catalogue and panties and went out into the kitchen.

The rest of the evening was very quiet. I tried to start conversations off but was met by stony silence. Eventually it was time for bed.

"I think it would be a good idea if you slept in the guest room tonight." she said as we were getting ready for bed. "I am still not sure how I am going to react to you sleeping in the same bed with me. In fact I am not sure if I really want to be with you at all. However I am not going to throw you out into the streets, as I still love you. I need to do some thinking so I think it would be better if you went to the guest room."

I went to the guestroom and lay awake most of the night wondering what was going to happen.

The morning was as frantic as usual with both of us rushing to get ready for work. It was a little quiet but she even gave me a quick peck on the cheek as I left for work.

It was a terrible day at work. I work as a sales executive for a small organisation on the outskirts of the town we live in. My job involves dealing with sales men and women and organising the selling of the products my firm produces. I am not the top person in the office but there is an amount of responsibility that comes with the job. I do not merit a secretary, if I need anything typing I either do it myself on the word processor or I pass it on to the two typists down the hall.

I found that I could not concentrate on the tasks I was supposed to be doing. Work mates kept asking me if I was OK. I tried to laugh and joke with them but I kept on coming back to the thought that Lisa was going to come between me and my wife. In the end I resolved that I would really try and get Lisa out of my life and would tell Rachel, my wife, so that evening.

When I arrived home Rachel was sitting in the lounge.

"Thomas," she said, "I've been thinking and have talked with a few very close friends and have come to the conclusion that as Lisa was part of you when I married you I have to accept that she is part of you now. The thing which worries me most is that you have felt that you have had to keep her secret and that hurts."

"I'm sorry," I stammered. "If I had known that you would be as understanding as that then I would have told you about Lisa when we first met."

"I think, on reflection, that may have been unwise but I would have thought as we have been together for a time that you would have got round to telling me." she went on.

"It is very difficult when you are doing something which society seems to find abnormal to tell someone else about it." I replied.

"Never mind." she said. "Now I have come to terms, in some way, with the fact I feel that I should be introduced to Lisa formally. Go and fetch her so that I can see what she looks like."

I couldn't believe it. She seemed to accept the fact that I was a cross dresser and actually wanted to see me dressed up.

"I have never shown Lisa to anyone else before." I said. "What may look good in my eyes may be horrible in yours. Besides I do not have a full wardrobe as I am just starting up again. The catalogue was a way of being able buy the clothes without having to go into shops and buy them. I have found it difficult buying clothing in the right sizes. I only have underwear so please bear with me."

"Go on go and find your things and put them on. I am waiting." she ordered.

I went out of the room and into the garage to get the box with the clothes in. I had hidden them in the garage as, apart from the occasional visit to the freezer Rachel never really went into the garage. If she needed anything then I usually got it for her. Taking the box from underneath a pile of others, aren't all garages the same, I went inside and up to the guest bedroom where I had slept the night before.

Nervously, and a little excited, I took out all the pieces of underwear that I had and laid them on the bed. I took my clothes off and held a few of them in front of me whilst standing in front of the full-length mirror. I decided to wear the white set that had been the start of all the problems yesterday and pulled the lacy panties up my legs but found that I had a problem. I had such a raging erection that I could not tuck it away between my legs as I usually did. I had to do something about this so I took hold of another silky pair of panties and masturbated in front of the mirror. I must have been wound up because I came very soon.

I wiped myself and started to get dressed. I pulled the panties up and this time I was able to tuck everything away easily.

Next the girdle I had just received from the catalogue. I was not sure that it would fit but found that once it was on it added shape to my waist and hips. Next was the bra. As usual I fastened it in the front and then slid it around so that I did not have to try and be a contortionist and fasten it at the back. I then placed the breast forms that I had also bought from the catalogue into the cups. They jiggled just like the real thing and I felt good.

Next were the stockings. I decided on a tan pair as black would not go with the white underwear and I did not, as yet, have any white ones, I carefully rolled them up and then having put my toes into the stocking rolled them up my legs. I have never been particularly hairy but I did notice that the hairs stuck out of the stockings but I was not too worried. They made me feel great. I fastened the tops of the stockings to the garter tabs on the bottom of the girdle and looked at myself in the mirror.

What I saw was not really flattering but with a little more work it may become more presentable. Reaching into the box I took out the make up I had in there and sat down at the guest vanity to do my face. I have always had some problems in getting this correct. Too much and I look like a slut too little and you can still see the beard. So I tried to get as good a look as I could. After about half an hour I felt satisfied with the result and stood up.

Reaching into the box again I took out the wig that I had spent a vast amount on. I have always been fascinated by long hair and had purchased a long full brunette wig. This was one of the few things that I had refused to purge in the past. I carefully combed it out and pulled it onto my head, combing the fringe so that no join could be seen. On looking in the mirror I could still see myself but Lisa was beginning to emerge.

Once again reaching into the box I took out a pair of black suede sandals with a four-inch heel. These I put on fastened the ankle straps and stood up. I had been wearing these for a while so it only took a short while to get used to the way that it changed the posture of my body, making me push my hips forwards and my shoulders back to keep balance.

Another look in the mirror and I felt I was almost ready to go downstairs and introduce Lisa to Rachel. I took a silvery silky blouse top from the bed and put it on. I felt it softened the effect of my shoulders and I also put on a pearl choker to try and hide the Adam's apple bulge.

A final look in the mirror and I was ready.

No reason to delay it. So with nervous steps I left the guest bedroom and went downstairs.

Rachel was in the lounge watching a soap in the television so I knocked on the door.

"Come in." she shouted.

In I went and stood there.

She turned the sound off and looked at me. She did not laugh as I had expected her to but asked me to turn round. I did so and then she asked me to walk up and down so she could get the full effect.

"How do you walk so well in those shoes?" she asked. "They really make your legs look long and give you a feminine wiggle to your walk. I really am very impressed. I thought you would look like some drag queen but I can see that you have really taken time to get the right effect. It still need some work but it is generally very good."

I couldn't believe it. She actually seemed pleased instead of being upset.

"If this is the other girl in your life then I am glad I have met her. Hello Lisa. I am Rachel."

She stood up and came over to me and hugged me. I hugged her back. I couldn't believe what was happening. I became emotional and began to cry.

When she saw this she said, "Look at you. Your mascara is running and your make up is all messed up. Never mind we will do something about that. Now that I have a new girlfriend then I am sure that we can spend time discussing how to stop that sort of thing happening."

A new girlfriend! What did she mean?

"I am sure that we are going to spent many happy and interesting times together, Lisa." she went on. "Now go upstairs and get changed and we will have dinner."

I went back upstairs and changed out of the underwear, cleaned off my make up and was just putting everything back in the box when Rachel came upstairs.

"You really need to put those things away properly, you know. Why not use the drawers and wardrobes in this room as Lisa's and then they will not get spoiled. I you put any make up you have on the vanity in here and Lisa can use it as hers. Now hurry up dinner is ready"

I put the things away as directed and then went down for dinner.

After dinner as we were sitting Rachel came out with a direct suggestion.

"You know now that I've met Lisa I quite like her. I think I would like to see more of her. Tomorrow is Friday so when you get home tomorrow evening I think it would be a good idea for you to spend the weekend as Lisa."

"I can't spend all weekend in just underwear." I said. "I don't really have anything else to wear."

"I'll do something about that." she replied. "When you get home tomorrow evening I want you to have a bath and to shave all the hair from your body. I noticed earlier that although you are not particularly hairy you could see the hairs sticking out of your stockings and that does not look very ladylike."

"I will be home later after I have finished doing some shopping for Lisa." she then went on. "I expect to see you in your best underwear downstairs sitting waiting for me to get home. Do you understand."

I couldn't believe it. Not only did my cross-dressing not upset my wife, but also she was actually going to help by buying clothes. I immediately agreed.

"There is just one thing though," she continued, "I am still not happy with us sleeping in the same bed so you will have to continue sleeping in the guest room. I suppose we could call it Lisa's room."

I was still in a state of shock with her acceptance of Lisa that I readily agreed to this.