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My Husband Kellie, a Wife's Tale - by: Lisa Grey
My husband Cal and I had been married for three and a half years. We
hadn't had the best relationship, but that was nobody's fault. It all
started with kind of a strange wedding. Cal had moved out of state to
start a new job a month before we were to be married so we only saw
each other on weekends. We were in love and the distance was difficult
for both of us but we managed.
I guess I should say I managed. I was in love so was blind to the signs
that something may not have been right. You see, during the week Cal
never seemed to call me. Not that I am saying he was screwing around.
He was always there at the apartment when I called, but it seemed I was
always the one who called.
Cal had always been shy and reserved. That was one of the things I
liked about him. He was always calm and never disrespected me no matter
how mad I was. I was a party girl. I had always been in it for the fun
and I had a difficult time denying myself anything. Cal had accused me
at one point of being an alcoholic, which had upset me greatly. He also
didn't like that I smoked pot and was constantly at the doctors getting
pain pills and such. I ignored his distance and he ignored my substance
abuse. We should have realized it wasn't going to last.
Four months after our wedding I moved to the state Cal was in and we
began our lives together. We hadn't even had a proper honeymoon. Cal
had moved away from home before, though never for very long, but it was
the first time I was away from my family. I was very homesick. All I
did was go out and spend money, and didn't really try to get a job. Cal
made good money but a year and a half in school had left us deeply in
debt. We were living beyond our means and Cal finally had to consider
bankruptcy. This was a serious blow to his pride since he always paid
his bills on time. He, of course, held me responsible. Which I was.
As time wore on, the stress of our situation piled up on us. Cal began
to get more distant and I began to visit the doctor more often. I spent
more and more time stoned and Cal just withdrew inside himself. He
rarely ever talked to me except to gripe about something I should have
done and blew off. He was also a crossdresser. It wasn't a serious
thing. I knew about it the second time we had slept together long
before we were engaged. Back then it was just a once in a while thing
we would do during sex. It really got him fired up and that made the
experience more intense for me. Unfortunately, as the stress in Cal's
life mounted, the dressing increasingly became his escape.
I was never really comfortable with the dressing, but I loved him and
thought I could deal with it. Unfortunately, this was ammo for me when
we had a fight, which had become more and more frequent as my
homesickness drove me deeper into the substance abuse and I began to do
stuff that undermined our financial situation. He would just sit there
and calmly catalogue my failings, and I couldn't fault him. He only had
one character flaw that was of any significance so I used it to justify
my unhappiness. That was the crossdressing.
It was finally getting to be too much for him. He began to stay home
from work a lot, and was on the cusp of losing his job due to his
absenteeism. I didn't help him much since I felt a tiny bit of
responsibility for his condition, so I lashed out at that too. He
finally started going to a shrink. I thought, "Good, he is finally
going to get the crossdressing thing fixed." Not surprisingly, he never
mentioned it to the shrink. He truly didn't see it as the problem I
did.
Soon he had his absenteeism under control and was becoming more
relaxed. I guess I had hurt him pretty bad when I had lashed out at him
when he was vulnerable. He was always honest with me, even when it
would hurt my feelings, but now he was being very honest. He had
confessed to me one night after watching a related TV show that he had
"settled" for me. I was crushed. It had finally come home to me that
the storybook romance and marriage that I had always dreamed of was
just that?a dream.
That Christmas, it would have been our second together, we decided to
separate. He went to live with a friend from work, and I was going to
go home. I guess we were both too stubborn to admit we had failed
though, because a week after new years we had gotten back together.
Time away from each other seemed like just what we needed.
Our life improved greatly. By this time I had gotten a job and had it
for sometime. He had gotten a huge raise at work and we had gone out
and bought a new car. We made a financial arrangement that we would
each pay a share of the bills and whatever money we saved out of our
paychecks was our to spend as we saw fit. He paid a lot more than me
because he made a lot more money.
Cal had made some friends at work that had ATVs. He expressed an
interest in it, and I encouraged him. He was still hanging out in the
house too much and I wanted him to get out and be with friends. Soon he
had bought an ATV and began to go riding with his friends. As I had
hoped the crossdressing seemed to vanish.
My problems too, seemed to vanish. At least as far as he was concerned.
He had adopted a "don't ask don't tell" stance on it. He told me if I
was gonna do it, just don't do it in front of him. He would tolerate it
as long as it didn't effect him.
Seven months after we had gotten back together, I got a phone call in
the middle of the night. It was Cal, he worked nights you see. He told
me over the phone the news we had been waiting two and a half years
for. It took me a second for what he was saying to penetrate my drug-
induced grogginess. He had finally got his letter of transfer?we were
going home.
We were both impossibly happy. We knew that our trials were over. We
were going back to our home and family and he was going to be bringing
home a bunch more money. Our lives were now going to be the dream I had
always imagined?weren't they?
I was wrong, dead wrong. We got back home and settled in. I started
hanging out with my sister and Cal, who didn't care for my sister just
started hanging out around the house again. He didn't have his ATV
friends here and he had lost touch with many of his local friends in
the two and a half years we had been gone.
One thing about my family, they are all drug dependant and well stocked
with narcotics, which they gave to me, no problem. Soon I was coming
home so stoned all I would do is pass out on the couch. I didn't do
anything around the house and was rarely there except to sleep anyway.
It all came to a head on what would have been our third Christmas since
we were married. I had lost my new job because I was so stoned I
couldn't even answer a phone. I had promptly gotten a new job, but the
drug abuse had me. I began to steal from Cal and his mom, and even went
so far as to steal my employer's credit card, which I took and went on
a shopping spree. Cal had finally had enough. He told me to leave.
Numbly, I complied. I packed some things and went to my parents. The
next day my mom, my sister and I went Christmas shopping, and I was
feeling depressed so I began taking pills. When we got home I was so
stoned I couldn't get out of the car. My family Baker Acted me. That
is, they had me committed to a drug rehab program. While I was in the
hospital, my privacy was violated. My family had went through my stuff
and found all the things I had been hiding, the stolen credit card, the
results from the shopping spree, and they knew something wasn't right.
They did some checking and realized how deeply I was in trouble.
I narrowly avoided jail time. My family made arrangements to return
what they could and pay back the rest, but my life was going to be like
a prison sentence. My parents were going to be all over me, treating me
like a child for the next nine months.
I managed to get out of the hospital just in time for Christmas, but I
didn't get to talk to Cal until New Years Eve. He called me to tell me
it was over between us. He told me too much damage had been done to our
marriage for it to work anymore. I had, he told me, violated his trust
too many times and he wasn't going to give me another chance. I was
still very angry. With my family for betraying me (at least that's how
I saw it) and with Cal for kicking me out. So I lashed out once again,
using the only fault I knew could hurt him. I told him, "you need to
decide whether you are a man or a woman."
Little did I know how much effect these words would have. We didn't
have any contact with each other for the next two months, but when his
birthday came up, I had let go of my anger and wanted to take him out
to dinner. So I called. He seemed to have let his anger cool as well.
At dinner that night we talked. I don't know why, maybe we were just
both lonely, but we decided to start dating again. On the way home we
stopped on the beach and had frenzied sex in the back of his truck like
a couple of teens. Then he took me home to mom and dad. God, I felt
like I was in high school again.
It wasn't long after that that he told me of his plans to go out cross-
dressed. Needless to say, it didn't make me happy, but I really wanted
us to work this time so I told him it would be all right by me. He
asked me if I would like to go, but this was far too much to ask of me,
so I said no. We talked for some time and in the end I had begun to
think it wouldn't be such a bad thing. He had assured me the he was
only interested in women and that if I went with him I would not have
to worry about what happened because I will have been there. He told me
that he now had a name for his feminine alter ego, Kellie.
Time went by and Cal began to explore Kellie far more. Trying to be
supportive, I went shopping with him, for her. He spent an incredible
amount of money. Since he didn't have anything, he needed all the basic
stuff, underwear, tops, skirts, shoes, makeup, etc. We got home that
night and I had him model the stuff for me. Then I taught him to put on
makeup, and before my eyes there appeared a beautiful girl named
Kellie. I still knew it was him under it all, and I couldn't bring
myself to acknowledge how good he looked, because then I would have had
to admit she looked far better than me. It was a turning point for Cal
that night. As he looked at himself, he realized the he didn't look
like a man in a dress. He looked attractive and passable, and unlike
his male presence, he liked what he saw.
The next time I saw him he told me he had made an appointment with a
therapist. Kellie was becoming a much bigger part of his life and
though I still wanted to be supportive I wasn't sure I could deal with
her. He told me that he was sure that he was not a crossdresser, but a
Transsexual.
Cal had made reservations at a beach resort for the end of the summer.
He invited me to come with him and I agreed. I asked him if I could
have my husband there for at least one night, and he told me that he
wasn't even considering Kellie being there. That did change, because I
encouraged it. Don't ask me why I did it. I guess I just wanted him to
be happy.
He was happy, more happy and energetic than I had ever seen him. The
weekend at the beach, Kellie was there almost all the time. Even when
Cal was there when we went to dinner or shopping, his nails were
painted and his body hair was shaved, and it didn't seem to bother him
what strangers thought of this man with painted nails and shaved legs.
The first night we both got all dressed up to the nines and went
walking on the beach. We must have made a sight, two pretty girls in
short skirts and bare feet walking down the beach holding hands.
It was a magical weekend for him. He had had his first public
experience as Kellie and even people at close range didn't notice.
Well, that wouldn't be entirely accurate. We passed several people in
the lobby as we went out. The men certainly noticed us. The women did
too. I heard them complimenting us to each other on our attire. I
suppose we did look cute. She was all darkness, with her long brunette
tresses, and black dress and heels. I was all light, with my long
blonde hair and my white lace dress and heels. The fact was though that
even at close range in harsh lighting, nobody read Kellie. For me it
was disturbing. It had illustrated to me what I had refused to admit to
Cal or myself. Kellie did look like a girl, not just a man in a dress.
I guess in spite of my big promises, I was having a lot of problems
dealing with this. Cal had asked me all that weekend how I felt about
it, and I kept telling him I was ok, that love was unconditional. He
kept asking how I would feel if Kellie was around all the time. I
didn't have answer for that. I told him we would have to see when it
happened. I began to get stressed again. Cal saw it and told me that
maybe we shouldn't see each other. He told me he didn't want to be the
cause of another relapse into drugs. I assured him that wouldn't
happen.
Two months after the beach trip, I had finally saved enough money to
move out of my parent's house. I rented a little trailer at a trailer
park and the weekend I moved in Cal called and asked if I wanted to go
out with Kellie to a TG club. This was to be Kellie's first bar
experience, and I agreed to go.
When I got to the house, Kellie told me that a friend from the support
group she was going to was going to meet us there. I was very excited
about having my own place and wanted to stop by there first, but she
was being incredibly frustrating, insisting we didn't have time before
her friend got to the club. I was very angry, but I gave in. We could
always go afterward. I was also stoned. I couldn't deal with going out
with Kellie to a club without some sort of help to calm my nerves. I
figured nobody would be the wiser. I guess I was wrong.
I guess I was pretty rude to Kellie that night. I drove her car, and I
ran the hell out of it drifting into other people's lanes and driving
very fast. I knew this scared her and I really didn't care. She was a
trooper though. She wasn't going to let my behavior spoil her first
night out.
The club turned out to be a gay bar that was TG friendly and her friend
was late. I had had a few drinks by the time he got there, and didn't
miss an opportunity to point out to Kellie that we would have had
plenty of time to go look at my new place before we arrived here. It
was kind of boring, I thought. We just sat and talked, and when her
friend finally arrived we did more of the same. I sat there and looked
at us, two pretty girls and a guy. I guess I must have thought it
wasn't quite right in my alcohol enhanced stoned state, so when I went
to go get a drink, I collected a stray guy (don't ask me how I managed
this in a gay bar) but I invited him back to our table. I am still not
sure if I did it out of spite, or if it just came out, but while I was
making introductions, I introduced Kellie as "my husband Cal". Kellie
took this in stride. She was very good at never letting them see you
sweat, but her eyes did narrow and I did get a withering glare.
I suppose it was a pretty stupid thing to do. Cal's employer did know
anything about Kellie, and he was not ready for anyone that didn't need
to know to find out. The company Cal worked for was huge and you could
never tell whom you would run in to that also worked there. I guess
maybe deep down I wanted to torpedo Kellie, to make her a laughing
stock. Then maybe I could have Cal back.
I made some horrible mistakes that night. I didn't realize how bad
until later, but when we were leaving the club to go see my new place,
Kellie quietly chastised me and asked me to never again introduced her
as my husband, and for the love of God never as Cal. I realized I had
left the keys to my place at my parents, so we had to go by there
first. God, Kellie was terrified that they would see her. My parents
were pretty much snobs and she was convinced it would be a humiliating
experience if they saw her, so I left her out there in the car while I
went in to get the keys.
I guess the resentment made me do it but I wanted to torture her a
little. When I got inside I turned one the flood light in the driveway,
lighting up the interior of the car and putting her on display for
whoever looked out the window, and whoever happened to be passing on
the street. Then I took my time finding the key. I knew this was
horrible of me because I knew she had to pee and couldn't until we got
to my place, and I added to that with the risk of exposure.
When we got to my new place, I tortured her some more by pretending to
fumble with the lock while she danced from high heel to high heel with
discomfort. I finally relented and let her in. When she came out of the
bathroom, I took her on a tour of my new home, all thirty feet of it.
I knew it wasn't much. In truth it was a rat hole. I could see it in
her grey eyes, but I asked her what she thought anyway. I also told her
to be honest, knowing she would be just that because her sense of honor
demanded it. Surprisingly, she was very diplomatic when she told me it
was horrible in polite terms.
After the grand tour, we returned to her house and had sex. It was sex
that you would think of as two girls having. A lot of oral and stroking
and kissing, at least on her part. It was tender and loving, and Kellie
took me to heights of pleasure I hadn't been to in a long time if ever.
She tended to me and when it was my turn, again, I was mean. Oh, I took
care of her, but I didn't do it with the passion and attentiveness she
had just shown me. After I stroked her and kissed her getting her
discordant equipment ready, I barely touched her as I mounted her and
began bouncing up and down on it. She finally rolled us over and got on
top. Then with slow gentle movements she pumped in and out of me. Once
again she brought me to orgasm, and a little while later achieved hers.
When I left that night, as we kissed goodbye, I saw the tears in her
eyes. Some how I knew, as I drove off, that I would never see Kellie,
or my husband again. I would later find out the she knew I was high,
and was very aware of the mean things I had done to her that night,
because I want the man not the woman. She had decided that she couldn't
allow her self to be the cause of my return to drug abuse and knew that
she was too much for me to deal with. She made the decision to remove
herself from my life.
It didn't work though. I got lonely in my little rat hole and I started
partying again. I am back to smoking pot and getting high however I
can. Kellie found a nice woman that accepted and loved her. I hear they
are very happy living together as two women. I have had a string of
losers for boy friends. All of them seemed to have big hairy beer guts
and they treat me like dirt. But at least they're men, right? That's
what I keep telling myself. I hope some day I believe it.
The End
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