Chapter 1
Being a cross dresser my entire life, I thought that if I got married my dressing up would stop. I met a girl & we got along great, it was not long after that we were never apart. I thought about telling my girlfriend about my desires to be a woman but I was too afraid of losing her. We only dated for one year before we decided to get married, our parents tried to tell us that it was too soon but my girl & I knew everything, after all we were twenty years old. We went ahead & got married & when we got back to our apartment, everything was set up for us by my wife's parents. I will never forget the first time I went into our bedroom walk in closet, seeing all of my wife's dresses, skirts, blouses, jump suites, jeans & all of her high heels, I knew right away that I was in trouble. My troubles only grew when I seen all of her makeup, nail polishes, perfumes & jewelry, I didn't know how long I could control myself. My wife worked days & I went to work at 4:00 pm, so I would drive my wife to work & pick her up @ 3:00pm. After just one week if getting used to our routine, I began dressing up in my wife's clothes. I couldn't believe that she was slightly larger then me & we both wore a size 9 shoe. I was very careful putting the things I wore back in the same spot & things went along unnoticed for about six months
