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My name is Barbara, and I would like to tell you a story. I also prefer the name ‘Barbie’. It sounds so much better. This reminds me of all the different Barbie Dolls that have been circulating for years. I do have a couple of Barbie Dolls, like Ballerina Barbie, and Prom Princess Barbie, and quite a few of Barbie’s pretty, frilly fashions. There are bridal gowns, prom dresses, short little ones. I like to dress my Barbie in her pretty things, and then pretend that I am her going out to all these fancy functions.
Of course, when one speaks about Barbie, one has to mention, Ken. I have very few of Ken’s things, because…. I dress Ken in Barbie’s dresses and gowns. There are Barbie wigs I put on ‘her’, and I made a couple of forms so that Ken’s front looks just like Barbie’s. He makes such a cute girl. So, I named him ‘Jennie’. Jennie and Barbie get along so well, and Barbie just loves it when Ken turns into ‘Jennie’, they have so much fun together.
But, I am rambling, and getting off the real subject of my story. By the way, I do go by the name of Barbie, or Barbara, however, my real name is James, Jim for short. You see, I am a crossdresser, a transgendered person. I love to dress up as a girl, and imagine that I do all these girly things, sometimes playing around with my Barbie and Ken (Jennie) dolls.
There is quite an extensive wardrobe in my closet, consisting mostly of various shades and colors of satins, taffetas, chiffons, you know, all those really feminine fabrics. I do not buy many of my outfits; they are mostly designed and sewn by me. There is everything from short mini skirt dresses, to full length gowns, including bridal and Southern Belle gowns. With the exception of a few straight skirt dresses, the remainder of the collection consists of very full skirts, lots of ruffles and lace, with bows and fabric flowers. There are also various lengths of petticoats to go with all these ‘girly, girly’ dresses.
Mostly, I dress around the house, sometimes even going out, maybe for a drive. It feels so good to be driving on the highway, and have a truck driver honk his horn. Of course, the only thing to do is raise your skirt a little higher above the knee. Sometimes, when my wife is not at home, I love to take pictures of myself as Barbie. Yes, I am married, and my wife, Gloria, knows all about my wardrobe and dressing. In fact, she encourages me to dress up, and even buys me pretty lingerie and jewelry.
Yet, she did not know about me when we were married. I had hinted at the dressing, but noted to her it was only a passing thing. “Lots of men dress as woman when they are young. But they outgrow the desire”, I told her. I really thought that those many years ago. However, the desire never goes away, and as time goes by, the wardrobe builds again, larger than before.
In the early days, it was hard to find places to hide all these fancy dresses and gowns. I would put some in bags, and hide them under tables, or in the basement. Then there were boxes on the attic. When she would go out, since I knew how long she would be gone, I would take out a couple of my dresses, press them out, and wear them, parading around the house until about 15 minutes before I knew she would be home. Then, it was a scramble to get everything back into its hiding place.
Our home was on the small side, so we decided to put an addition unto it. We wanted to add a family room, a larger bathroom, and another large bedroom. Then, this idea hit me. Maybe, I could secretly add a small area as a walk-in closet with a secret door. In looking at the plans for the addition, I designed the addition with expanded rooms, but a second set of plans showed a secret room about 12 foot by 8 foot which I would use for my ever increasing wardrobe. I would hide the entrance to the closet with a bookcase and a secret handle, one Gloria would not be able to find. As the addition proceeded, I was able to hide that section which was going to be my closet.
Finally, it was complete. Gloria never figured out that I had built a private little room for all my dresses and petticoats and nighties and other feminine items. When she would go out, I would move things in. First, all my dresses had to be pressed, but one by one I finally managed it. What a thrill I had every time I opened the bookcase door, turned on the light, and my eyes gazed upon my wardrobe. The colors, frills, ruffles made me feel so feminine.
It has been 6 years since I finished that addition, and little did I know, that Gloria had found out about my secret closet a little over a year after it was built, but never told me, until one day, in early May about 3 years ago. I came home from work that Friday afternoon, greeted Gloria, and went to the bedroom to wash up and change clothes. I was sitting on the bed, when Gloria walked in.
She had this look about her, not to mention that she was carrying one of my dresses in her hand. It was a pink satin, full circle skirt, pouffy sleeve dress.
“What is THIS?”, she loudly proclaimed.
“Must be one of your dresses”, I said nonchalantly. I did not want her to know or see that I was ‘shaking in my boots’, as the saying goes.
“This is NOT my dress”, she exclaimed. “I never saw it before. … .Where did it come from?”
“How should I know!”, I retorted
“Who is she? .. What’s her name, your girlfriend”, she replied in an angry tone.
“I don’t have any girlfriends!! Besides, I never saw that dress before.” I was almost shouting now. It was my dress. Where did she find it? How could she find it? I was so careful when I brought a dress out to wear, and made sure everything was put back in my secret closet. “Where did you find the dress? Not in my closet”, I said sarcastically.
“It was in YOUR closet, on the floor, in the back, like it had fallen off a hanger”, she replied. “Your cheating on me with another girl, aren’t you”, she said, with what looked like tears in her eyes, throwing the dress at me. “Why, ,,, Why, .. Haven’t I been a good wife?”
I did not know what to do or say at this point. I took my dress and laid it on the bed. I got up and went over to her, “Look”, I said, “I don’t know where or whose dress that is”, pointing to the dress on the bed.
“Yes you do, it’s your girlfriend’s dress, I know it is”, she came back.
“I swear, Gloria, I never saw that dress before”, I told her again, my voice shaking a little from the strain.
“Who is she?”, she shouted at me.
“OK, .. OK, -- Look, to be honest with you, it’s my dress”, I blurted out. I would rather say that, then try to get out of the girlfriend bit.
“That’s a likely story, your dress”, she said, “Tell me another story”.
“Really, it is mine”, I said, and went over to pick it up off the bed. I held it up in front of me, and went on, “See, it is just my size.” There was no getting out of this one. But, how .. how did she get her hands on it?
“Well, if it is your dress”, she snickered, “Put it on and let me see how good it actually does fit”. She got up off the chair, started walking towards the door, turned, pointed her finger and proceeded to say, “You’ve got 5 minutes to put on that dress, and it better fit, or you have had it”. She stormed out of the room, and slammed the door.
‘Now What!’, I thought. My dress was lying on the bed. I did not want to just put on the dress. ‘OK’, I kept thinking. I went to my secret closet bookcase door, opened it, and picked out some pink petticoats, bra, a wig, and other things. ‘Might as well go all the way’, I figured. But, my 5 minutes were running out. I hurriedly donned stockings, three pink petticoats, a pink taffeta petticoat, bra, my dress, wig, and just a bit of jewelry. There was no time for make up. I sat down on the bed, fluffing my petticoats and skirt.
“Is it on yet?”, came Gloria’s voice through the door, “Your 5 minutes are up!!”
“Wait, … wait just one minute”, I replied, trying to regain my composure.
“No, I’m coming in, and you better be in that dress, and it better fit!!”, she said. She opened the door, and as Gloria walked in, I stood up, swishing my skirt and petticoats.
When I saw her, I remarked, “See, the dress fits, just like I told you”, as I began to twirl around, “I told you it was mine”, and sat down again.
“I see that”, remarked Gloria. “But all I found was the dress, where did the petticoats and wig come from?”, she said, and then quickly added, “.. and your bosom?”
She walked over to the bed, and sat down. She fingered my wig, and saw the earrings, remarking, “Is this why you wanted your ears pierced?”, then adding “Cute earrings!”
I was lost for words now. I was sitting there, next to her in a pink satin dress, almost looking feminine. I felt a tear running down my cheek. “Yes”, I said sheepishly, “That’s why my ears are pierced. Look, Gloria, there is something ….. “, she stopped me by putting her finger to my lips.
“SSshhhh!”, she said, “I know, … I know all about it. In fact, I’ve known for a couple of years.”
I looked at her, trying to understand what she was saying. She knew? How did she know? How could she have found out? She removed her fingers from my lips. “What do you mean you know?”, I questioned her. “How could you know?”
She actually had a little smile on her face, like the proverbial spider that just caught the fly in its’ web. “Remember, you told me that you wore a dress a few times before we were married?”, she asked.
“Yes, but I said it was only in passing”, I replied to her.
“I know how you explained it”, and then she went on. “I never gave it much thought, until a couple of years ago. You were called out of town, sort of the spur of the moment. Well, After you left, I decided to vacuum, and guess what I found?”
“Ok, I’ll bite”, I said.
She got up and started walking and talking. “As I was vacuuming, I was bumping into the furniture, and I bumped into this bookcase. Well, to my surprise, it moved … bookcases do not move, do they?”
“No”, I said. She had found my secret closet.
Continuing, she explained. “I pushed on it, and it moved again. Then I pulled on it, and it opened. It actually opened. I saw the light switch, and flipped it up. I was amazed. A closet full of some of the prettiest dresses I have ever seen. At the same time, though, I was feeling angry. I will tell you, it was a good thing that you were not home. I walked around the closet admiring the dresses and petticoats. Of course, I did not know what to do. I knew about guys who cross dressed, and remembered what you told me before we married. I walked out of your closet, sat on the bed, and started to cry.
“Why didn’t you tell me when I came back home? I think I remember that trip. I was in a hurry, and did get a few things out of the closet. But I thought I had fully closed it”, I replied. “But you never said anything to me about it? Why?”, I ended.
“I don’t know. I left the closet open. Latter, I called Cindy and told her what I had found. She actually thought it was cute, and I kinda got mad at her. Yet I did ask her to come over, which she did. We talked quite a bit about things that night. Cindy went to look over your dresses, bit I did not want to go in there again. Not at that time”, she ended.
Gloria told me the whole story on how she found out, what she did, the books she read, the T.V. shows she watched. In the end, she said that she understood why and how I was feeling about dressing as a girl. She told me it took her several months to finally understand and come to grips about it. Now, I understood why she was acting the way she was when I arrived home after that trip.
“But you never told me about this. It has been a couple of years since you found my secret closet”, I remarked to her.
“I was hoping you would tell me. But, you never did”, was her reply.
I looked at her, “But why? Besides, I was too embarrassed to tell you I still liked to dress as a girl, more today than ever. Sometimes, I wish I was a real girl.”
“I know. …. I figured that out. I saw your pictures, your emails, everything. I actually feel for you. It must be hard to have feminine feelings in a male body”, she said.
“You see”, she continued, “after a couple of years of hiding your pretty things and feelings, the stress must have been taking a toll on you.”
“It has, very much”, I answered. “I want to be in a dress, but could only do so when you were out, or I went out of town … I’m sorry I hurt you. I never really meant too. I just did not know how to explain all of this, and my feelings”, I told her.
“I figured that, Barbie”, Gloria replied.
“You know my name too, my girl’s name?”, I asked her.
“Of course, I do. I know everything, and it is going to be OK … It really is”, she told me. “Besides, you can’t let all those pretty dresses hang in your closet, in fact, there is an ivory sheer organza dress, that it so cute. It has 3 layers of ruffles, bows on the bodice, long pretty sleeves. Put it on for me. I would love to see you in that dress. Here, I’ll even open your closet for you.” She got up and opened it.
“You found that too, I see”, I said.
“Naturally. I must tell you, though, a couple of times Cindy and I had fun trying on some of your dresses and gowns. They were a little big on me, but they did fit Cindy really nice. Now, don’t get mad at this one. I let Cindy wear one of your dresses to a party we went to one time when you were out of town. Everyone wanted to know where she bought such a pretty dress. Of course, we did not say anything.” She told me.
“You didn’t? Cindy wore one of my dresses?”, I said, smiling. “Wish I had a picture.”
“We do”, Gloria said, “And others. I’ll show them to you sometime. For now, go put on that ivory dress.” She got up and left the room saying “Don’t take too long, now!”
She had opened the door to my secret closet, so I changed. I too, liked the dress. It fell just above the knees. I put on different petticoats, and was in my ivory dress in no time. Then I called Gloria. When she came in, I was standing. The three layers of ruffles on the dress laying so pretty over the petticoats.
“You look so pretty”, Gloria said. “I will need to show you a little bit about make up. You will look even cuter with a little make up”, she said.
“But what about the pink dress you said that you found? Was that just a story?”, I asked Gloria.
“Exactly”, she said. “Since you were not telling me, I figured the only way to get it out of you would be to force the issue. In some respects, this was Cindy’s idea. While you were at work today, I retrieved your pink dress from the closet, and hid it. Then I made up the whole story about a ‘girlfriend’. In the end, I knew you would say it was yours, and that is what I wanted. You see, I love you too, and I want you to be happy.”
“Does this mean that …..”, and she interrupted me again.
“Yes, you can wear your dresses whenever you want, everyday, even if Cindy is here.”, she went on.
“Really”, I replied. “You don’t mind?” I could not believe this. After all these years, I was going to be able to dress in all my frillies, freely, whenever. I could be a ‘girl’ at home. I would have never thought this would happen.
That was how it happened three years or so ago. Gloria and I are happy, and we love each other. Sometimes, she helps me with my make up and hair. Since my wardrobe basically consisted of frilly, ruffley, dresses, she bought me a few dresses so we could go out together now and then. I did get to wear some of my fancier dresses out, especially when Cindy got married a couple of months ago. I had a great time. I wore a light blue satin full skirt dress. It had little pull ups around the hem of the skirt, with blue bows. Gloria did my make up and no one figured out that I was really a guy.
I will always think about being a real girl, having the surgery. Gloria and I talk about that. Yet, at this point, Gloria and I are happy. As long as we are happy together, love each other, respect each other, and have fun together, that’s what counts more than anything. Oh, yes, I still have my two Barbie Dolls and Jennie (Ken)!
Geraldine
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