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David's Story Chapter 1. How it all started. I lay there with my eyes closed just enjoying David's touches and kisses. They were so soft and sensual. He's always been a great lover and able to excite me, but tonight it was special. Very special. David and I had met in high school during our freshman year. And, when most of the other girls were chasing the jocks, I saw something in David that really attracted me to him. He was a regular kind of guy, five foot eight, kind of skinny, brown hair, and the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes that I'd ever seen. He's never pretended to be someone he wasn't, and he was also very sweet and thoughtful. As we came to know each other better, I found that he was a great lover. Most of my girlfriends talked about their sexual encounters and the biggest thing was how the boys were more interested in themselves then in pleasing their partner. David on the other hand knew how to bring me more pleasure then I thought possible. But, David was shy. It took us a long time to get to the point of having sex. The first time we made love we were lucky enough to be able to spend an hour enjoying each other and it wasn't in the backseat of a car. He was fantastic even though it was his first time as well as mine. He made me feel special and made sure that I enjoyed it as much as he did. We were together through the rest of high school and college, lived together our last two years of college, and married just after college graduation. I was working. And he was working part-time and working on his masters degree. Our life together was ideal. One day not too long after we were married, I came home and David had dinner ready. Not an unusual thing, but he had put together a very special dinner with a single candle in the middle of the table and a nice bottle of wine. All through dinner David was very quiet. I could tell that he had something on his mind and I knew he'd tell me when he was ready. After we had finished dessert, we were just sitting looking at each other when he said, "Beth. Honey. I have something to tell you." "I thought you might. What's wrong?" I asked. "I haven't been truthful with you." "Not truthful?" "There's something that I've never told you about myself, and I should have before we were married." I just looked at him in a questioning way. Then, as he looked down at the table, he said, "I... I... I like to wear girls' clothes." I saw the tears well up in his eyes. I got up, moved my chair next to him, sat back down, put my arm around him, and said, "You like to wear girls' clothes?" He just nodded yes. "I know," I said. As he looked up at me and said, "You... You know?" As I wiped his tears away, I said, "Well. Maybe I didn't know, but I suspected." "You suspected?" "Uh huh." "How?" "I've found some of my things moved and some things on the computer." "Why didn't you say something?" "Honey. I figured that you'd tell me what it was all about when you were ready." "I should have told you before this." "I know." "I tried to stop for you, especially after we were married, but the feelings are too strong." "Why are you telling me this?" "You just have a right to know and I just had to." "And?" "Nothing." "Honey. What? Do you still want to dress?" He looked at me and the tears started again. I just held him. Once he calmed down, we spent the rest of the evening just talking. There were more tears. There were lots of hugs. And, I had the usual questions. Are you gay? I knew he wasn't. Are you bisexual? He said he wasn't. Do you want to be a girl? He didn't think so. I found out that he'd fallen in love with girls' clothes when he was about seven and had dressed as often as he could since then using his sisters and mothers things. That night we went on to share our deepest thoughts and emotions. I told him that I'd have to think on this whole thing for a while, and that I wasn't sure what I was feeling yet. The love of my life had told me that he was a crossdresser and it really didn't bother me. I think he figured that I'd freak out, and yell and scream at him. But, I'm not that type of a person. I guess I took it as just being another part of him. He had told me his deepest secret and that his biggest fear in telling me was that I'd leave him. I had told him that my love for him was much deeper than that and that nothing could make me stop loving him. The day after he'd told me and we'd had our talk, when I arrived home there was a box of flowers sitting at the door. I picked up the box, took it in the house, set it on the kitchen table, and looked at the card. All it said was, 'Beth, I love you so much. David.' I opened the box and it contained a dozen, long stem, red roses. I felt the tears come into my eyes and I cried tears of happiness for a good ten minutes. When David came home, I met him at the door and gave him the longest and deepest kiss that I could. When we broke the kiss he asked, "What was that for?" "Because I love you," I replied, "and, the flowers are so beautiful." We stood there and just held each other for a long time. David had a Saturday class at the university for his masters and I knew he would then spend some time at the library doing research. This gave me time to do some on-line research. Some of the sites I found were nothing but pure porn. But, luckily there were a number that were helpful, some very helpful. What it boiled down to was that most crossdressers were heterosexual. That there was something in the makeup of their brain that made them this way. And, there was no known "cure" for it. There was a lot of information to digest and it was very informative. I saw a number of very pretty "girls" and it really surprised me as to how good some of these guys looked as girls. The more I read, the more I began to understand what wearing girl's clothes, and even looking like a girl, meant to some men. Nothing more was said on Saturday when David came home or on Sunday until we were cleaning up the lunch dishes when I said, "I was doing some reading." "About what?" David asked. "About crossdressers." "Crossdressers?" "Yea. I found some very interesting things." "Why were you looking?" "So I can understand you better." "You understand my want to wear girls' clothes?" "No. Not completely. But, I've found out some interesting things." "Like what?" "That it's something that I don't think you can stop." "Can't stop?" "Probably not. It's just the way your brain is wired." "My brain is wired to do this?" "There's just something in your makeup that wants you to dress like a girl. You enjoy it. And, you just can't stop." "But, I want to stop." "Honey. I really doubt that you can and I think deep down you really don't want to. I read about some of the 'girls' that have tried to stop dressing. They actually did something called purging, throwing out all their girl clothes. They always went back to dressing and had to purchase everything new." "You're saying that I really can't stop?" "I don't think you can." I watched the expression on his face change from one of puzzlement to one of sadness, as he just said, "Oh." "What wrong?" "I just wish I wasn't like this." "Why?" "So I could be a normal husband to you." "Love. What's normal?" "I guess being a man or a woman." "You're not a man?" "Yea. I am. But, I have a problem." "A problem?" "Yea. I like girls' clothes." "So. Sometimes I wear guys' clothes." "That's different." "In what way?" "It's accepted. All the girls do it." "So. It's just not as accepted for a guy to dress in girls' clothes." "And, probably never will be." "So what. Be who you are." "What are you saying?" "How do you feel when you dress?" "I... I guess kind of nice, warm, at ease, comfortable." "So it feels good?" "It always has." "So just do it." "You're saying that it's all right?" "I'm saying that I love you and what makes you happy, makes me happy. Why don't you go and look at some of the web sites that I've book marked?" He sat there for a long time just looking at me, then as he got up he said, "I love you so much." I smiled at him and said, "I know. And, I love you just as much." I figured that David was going to be gone for awhile and it would give me more time to think. So, I made a cup of tea, sat where I could look out the window and tried to figure out why it didn't bother me that he wanted to dress in women's clothes. A number of things that I had read, said that when some wives or girlfriends found out about the crossdressing they went off the deep end. Some just up and left, some outed their crossdressing spouse to everyone, some set rules to when their spouse could dress, and some, I guess like me, accepted it to various degrees. But, why was I accepting it? I thought back to our meeting in high school. How sweet he was and is. How much fun he's to be around. How much I love him. But, why did I accept this part of him? Then it hit me. It is just part of him. Part of the love of my life. So he likes girls' clothes. They're only clothes. It would still be him under the clothes. Still be him that I love. But, what did he look like when he dressed? Was I going to freak out the first time he dressed in front of me? Would he even dress in front of me? David finally came back and sat down next to me. I looked at him and said, "Well?" "You found a number of sites that I'd never seen," he said, "and, if what I read is true. You were right in saying that I can't stop or if I tried I'd go back to it very quickly." I just smiled at him. He continued with, "There is something that worries me." "What love?" I asked. "It's what you're going to think if I dress in front of you." "Honey. If you don't want to dress in front of me that's fine. But, I want to share everything with you." "Everything?" "Yes. Everything." We just sat there looking at each other. Then David said, "But, I don't have anything to wear." "You've worn some of my things." "Yea.... I guess." "We both know that you have. Don't we?" "Yea. But..." "What?" "But, we shouldn't share underwear. Should we?" "No, we shouldn't. Want to go shopping?" "Shopping?" "Sure." "For... For girls' things?" "For clothes." "Clothes?" "Like I said, it's only clothes." "I... I guess." I knew he was reluctant to go, but I thought that by going shopping for his own things that he'd realize that I was willing to see this part of him. As we looked through the women's area of a local store, I could tell that David was very nervous. I took hold of his arm and whispered, "Honey. Relax. We're just looking for clothes." "I know," he whispered back, "But, girls' clothes for me." As we walked into the intimate clothing area I whispered, "What size bra do you wear?" "I... I... I'm not sure." "How do mine fit you?" "A... a little tight." "Mine are a 36C, so maybe a 38C?" "Yea. Maybe." "You could try it on." "Here!?" "Sure." "No way!" "All right. We can always bring it back." We looked at a number of different bras and I could tell by which ones he liked, by which ones he really spent time looking at. We finally picked a very pretty underwire pushup bra in pink. But, he didn't have anything to pushup. Then it was off to look at panties and I asked, "So, how do mine fit you?" "A little tight. But, I like them that way." We picked out a few pairs of hi-cut briefs, made out of spandex, in pink. As we continued to walk through the women's department I picked up a couple pairs of pantyhose. I'd read that most crossdressers loved to wear nylons as it added to the look and feeling, so I figured that David might like them. We looked around some more and I asked him what he liked in the way of clothes. He told me that he's always been attracted to skirt and blouse combinations. He's only two inches taller then I am and skinny, so I knew that some of my things would fit him. We looked at a number of cute outfits, but didn't buy anything more than the bra, panties, and pantyhose. When we were back home, I handed him the packages, and said, "Here. Go try them on." "Now?" he said. "Sure. We need to see if we need to take them back." "Oh. Well, I guess I can." "Go on." He walked toward our bedroom, stopped at the door, turned, and asked, "Aren't you coming?" "You want me too?" "You'll know better then I do if they fit right." I followed him into our bedroom and he just stood there. I think he was very nervous about putting on the bra and panties in front of me. Finally I asked, "Do you want me to leave?" "No," he replied, "it's just that no one has ever seen me this way before." "Honey. Remember. It's only clothes." "I know." He slowly undressed. Then he slipped on a pair of the panties and I asked, "How do they feel?" "Nice," he replied. "No silly. Do they fit?" "Yes. They're perfect." "I thought they might be. They're my size." He slowly removed the bra from the bag and looked at me. I smiled and said, "Go on." He slipped his arms into the straps, reached behind his back, and fastened the hook and eye fasteners. "You've done this before. Haven't you?" I asked. "Yea." "How did you learn to put it on that way?" "I don't know. It just seemed the logical way to do it. It took me a little while to figure it out at first. But, it's the way I've always done it." "I'm impressed." "Impressed?" "Yea. I know some girls that can't do it that way." "Oh." David is skinny so obviously there was nothing to fill the bra cups. So, I asked, "Do you ever put anything in the cups?" "Sometimes." "Like what?" "Usually socks." I walked over to my dresser and retrieved some pantyhose. I handed them to him and said, "Try these." He stuffed pantyhose into each of the cups and it looked okay. But, he needed something more. He looked at me and said, "Well?" "Not bad," I replied, "Put on the pantyhose that we bought and let's see if I have a pair of shoes that will fit you." "I though you got those for you?" "No love. We were shopping for you." I watched as he put the pantyhose on. He'd done this before too. While he was putting them on, he said, "I don't think any of your shoes will fit me." "Why?" "I've tried them before and they're all really too small." "Even with nylons on?" "Yea." "I guess we'll just have to get you a pair of shoes." "Now?" "Whenever you wan to. So, what are you feeling?" "Strange." "Strange?" "Yea. Standing here in front of you like this." "Don't feel strange. If you like how it feels. Do it. And, it's not bothering me at all. In fact I kind of like it." "You like it?" "Well. Yea. It's different seeing your husband in panties, a bra, and pantyhose. I think that I can get use to it as long as you're comfortable with it." "It may take me awhile to get use to dressing in front of someone else, even you." "Love. Do what you're comfortable with." Over the next few weeks I noticed that the panties were in the wash every once in awhile. David was doing what I found was called underdresssing. He would wear the panties, bra, and pantyhose under his guy clothes when he was around the house. Sometimes he would stuff the bra, sometimes he wouldn't. One Saturday morning after breakfast David said, "Do you think we could get me a pair of shoes." "I thought you just got a pair?" "I did. But, my female side didn't." This was the first time that he had come right out and acknowledged his feminine side. I smiled and said, "Sure. But, are you willing to wear a pair of hose to the store?" "No. Go out wearing hose. I don't think so. Why?" "You need to try the shoes on." "Can't we just bring them home and try them on here?" "We could, but it would be so much easier to just try them on there." "I don't know." "We'll go to a self service shoe store and if we go now there won't be many people around." "What about the clerks?" "There is usually only one or two this early and if we tell them we're just looking they'll leave us alone." David thought about it a little more, and I think that wanting to have a pair of shoes finally out weighed the fear of wearing a pair of pantyhose under his slacks as he said, "I guess no one will see." A little while later we were pulling into a local mall that had the biggest women's shoe store in town. I knew David was a little nervous being out in panties and pantyhose, but he walked into the mall without hesitation. As we walked into the shoe store we were greeted by one of the clerks and I told her that we were just looking. She told us that they were having a sale, buy one pair get the second for half price. I looked at David and said, "A sale. Maybe I'll get a pair or two." He just gave me a little knowing smile. As we walked the isles, I could tell that David saw a number of things he liked. He stopped at a pair of really high stiletto heels and I said, "Love. I wouldn't even wear a pair that high." "I know, but they are sexy," David said. "But, not practical." We continued looking and I saw a number of cute things. Finally he stopped and looked at a pair of black sling backs with a cork sole and a two and a half inch heel. They were cute, so I said, "Try them on." He looked at me and said, "I don't know if I can." "Honey it's just you, me, two other customers on the other side of the store, and the clerks. No one will see you." "I guess." "What size do you need?" "I'm not sure." "How tight are my shoes?" "Very." "I wear a seven. Let's see if we can find a nine." I looked through the stack of boxes until I found a nine. I had David sit down and take off his shoes and socks. I handed him the shoes, he slipped them on, and stood up. I asked him, "How do they feel?" "Not as tight as yours," he answered, "But, they pinch my toes a little when I stand up." "This is the biggest size they have in this style. But, a little pinch never stopped me from getting a pair that I really liked." "Some of your shoes pinch?" "Sure. It goes with being a girl. So, if you really like these you'll just have to get use to them." "I guess I can." As he was changing shoes I asked, "Did you see anything else you liked? Remember they're having a sale." "They've got a lot of nice things." "I know." "Yea. Over here." David led the way over to where they had some nice clogs. He showed me a cute pair of open toed clogs with a two-inch heel. We found a pair in size nine and he tried them on. As he did, he commented under his breath that they didn't pinch like the others did. We paid for the two pairs of shoes and as we walked out of the store he headed toward the mall entrance, and I said, "Where are you going?" "Home," he replied. "No way. We're at the mall and I want to look around." "I should have guessed." We started window shopping. One of the stores had some very cute skirt and blouse sets, and I asked, "Do you like these?" "They are cute." "They are, aren't they," I said. Then I whispered, "Want one?" "Huh?" "You can't always be wearing my clothes when you decide to go farther. You need your own things." "Farther?" "Are you going to stop dressing at just panties and a bra?" "Ah... no. I don't think so. But, I... I don't know if I'm ready." "When you are, we can come back." "You really are willing to do this with me, aren't you?" "Love. I told you I was. Remember it's only clothes and if you want to dress in girls' clothes I don't really have a problem with it." I was actually finding it very interesting that a guy could have such a love of girls' clothes. We had a light lunch at the food court and then headed home. As we were pulling in the driveway I said, "You know, with those open toed shoes you should get a pedicure." "A pedicure. Why?" "So your feet look nice. I can do it for you." "You will." "Sure." After dinner I asked David, "Are you ready?" "Ready for what?" "For your pedicure." "Oh that." "Yes that." "I guess it couldn't hurt." "It won't. In fact you'll probably love it. Meet me in the bathroom. I'll get what I need and be right back." I started his pedicure by filing his nails so that they were even. Then I filled a basin with warm water and a foot soak, and had him sit with his feet in the soak for about ten minutes. Then I gently buffed his feet with a soft brush, then massaged in some foot cream. I carefully washed and dried his feet. Then took him to the living room where he could relax. Once he was comfortable on the sofa, I spent a long time massaging a really nice lotion onto his feet. This really relaxed him. He lay back and closed his eyes. I think he actually he fell asleep. I then worked on his cuticles, and then got a little daring. I put a base coat of polish on his nails, then two coats of pink followed by French tips. When I was finished, I said, "Honey. I'm all done." "Huh. You are?" "Uh huh. Did you fall asleep?" "I'm not sure, but it felt really good." "Take a look at your feet." He looked down at his feet and said, "You painted my nails!" "Sure." "But... But someone will see." "Who? Me." "Well yea. I guess just you." "So, how did it feel?" "Talk about relaxing. Do you do this often?" "I do my own, so it's not as relaxing." "You should get yours done by someone." "That would be nice. You could do them for me." "Me?" "Sure. It's easy. I'll teach you." He sat there looking at his feet for a few minutes and I finally said, "You should see how they look in the mules." "You think?" he replied. "Isn't that why we did them?" As he got up, he said, "Yea. I'll be right back." David was back in a few minutes. He was wearing a T-shirt over his bra, a pair of shorts, pantyhose, and the mules. His feet looked really good in those shoes. But... "Honey," I said, "your feet look great in those shoes, but we need to do something about the hair on your legs." Looking down at his legs he said, "Like what?" "Shave them." "No way!" "Why not?" "That someone will see!" "It's up to you." "I'm going to change." "Why?" "You said that it doesn't look good." "Whoa love. I said it would just look better without the leg hair. But, it's how you feel about it. Just how are you feeling right now?" "Good. I love how the shoes look and feel." "Then why change?" This one pedicure session started a regular routine of us doing pedicures for each other. David actually became very good at it and enjoyed having it done to him. Over the next month or two whenever David felt like it he would change into a bra, panties, nylons, and shoes. It was always an undressing thing, but he would relax. I loved to see him relax. He just seemed to be at ease this way. One Saturday morning as we were eating breakfast David asked, "Do you really think my legs would look better without hair?" I looked at him, "Yes. Why?" "When we first got my shoes, you said that we should do something about my leg hair." "They'd would look better and maybe even feel better. Why?" "I've been thinking of doing it." "It?" "Shaving them." I smiled and said, "Whenever you want to and I'll help you." "I know you will. Can we do them now?" "Now?" "Yea. Before I change my mind." "Love. It's no big deal." "For you. I'm a guy." "It's no big deal for you either. I'm the only one that'll see it. And, if someone does, so what. It's your body." "I know." I got up, took his hand, and led him to the bathroom. As we walked into the bathroom I asked, "Do you want to shave them or use a depilatory?" "Which is better?" he replied. "I think the depilatory." "Why?" "When you shave, the hair grows in stubbly and fairly quickly. The depilatory keeps the hair away longer and it grows in softer." I carefully covered his legs with the depilatory and we waited the required length of time. I handed him a washcloth and had him get in the shower to wash the cream off. As he was rinsing off the cream he commented, "This is weird." "Weird?" I asked. "Yea. Watching all the hair come off my legs and go down the drain." "Maybe. But, I think you'll like the final results." After he was out of the shower and dry, I carefully rubbed in a good moisturizer. It was very interesting feeling his soft, smooth, legs. I then said, "Why don't you dress and see how it looks and feels. And, I'll meet you in the den." A few minutes later as he walked into the den I asked, "Well?" "Well what?" "How does it look?" "I'm not sure. But, it sure feels different." "Different?" "The pantyhose just feel so much better. I guess sexier for the lack of a better word." "Sexier? Let's see." He walked in front of the fireplace so I could get a good look and I couldn't help but stare. His legs would be the envy of any girl. He asked, "What's wrong?" "Nothing. Your legs are gorgeous." "You're kidding me?" "No love. Most girls would kill for a pair of legs like that." "Yea. Right." As I got up, I said, "Stay right there and don't move." I was back quickly with the digital camera and said, "Take off your shorts." "What?" "Take off your shorts. I want to get a good picture of your legs." With a big grin he said, "I'm not that kind of girl." "Just take your shorts off." He slipped the shorts off and was standing there in his pantyhose, panty, and the mules. I had him try some different poses and took a number of pictures. Then I took his hand and led him to the computer. I down loaded the pictures and started bringing them up on the monitor. When I found the best picture I asked him, "What do you see?" "My legs," he responded. "Yea. But, if you didn't know they were yours?" "I... I guess a pair of girls' legs." "Love. If you knew they were a girls' legs what would you think?" "Ah... I guess how sexy they looked." "You guess! Love they are very sexy and in a pair of heels they'd be drop dead gorgeous." "If you say so." I just had to see how good his legs would look in a pair of heels, I knew mine didn't fit him, so I said, "I do say so and I also think we need to get you your first pair of real heels." We were at the mall a short time later and back to the same shoe store. I think David knew exactly what pair of heels he wanted as he led the way to that part of the store. I was worried it was the pair of five inch stilettos that he had seen the last time we were here, but they weren't. He stopped at a very pretty pair of red leather open toed platforms. They had a four-inch silver heel, about a half inch front platform, and a double ankle strap. They were cute. As we walked out of the shoe store, I saw a store across the mall that had something interesting. I said to David, "I know you like wearing shorts around the house. Do you think you'd like a pair of girls' shorts?" "Maybe," he replied. "Look at the store across the mall and what's in the window. Cute?" He stopped and looked. I saw a little smile start to appear on his face and he whispered, "Cute." We walked into the store and started looking at shorts. When we left the store not only did we have a pair of very cute pink girls' shorts, but a very cute top to go along with it. When we were back home, he slipped his bra back on and added some nylons for padding. Then he put on the new shorts, top, and the new shoes. When he stood up, he was a little wobbly in the heels and was afraid of falling. I helped him walk into the den and over to the fireplace so that I could take some more pictures. The girls' shorts were very short and showed off his legs very nicely. I couldn't get over how down right sexy his legs were. Long. Shapely. To die for. The single strap over the instep showed off his feet and nails. As I was taking pictures, his only comment was, "How do you walk in these shoes?" "Practice. Practice. Practice." "You really like these on me?" "You know it. They make your legs look fantastic. I wish mine looked that good." As we were looking at the pictures that I'd taken, I asked, "How do the shoes feel?" "It's weird walking on your toes and the balance takes some getting use to. I do like the feeling and the look. If I can ever get use to walking in them." "The more you walk in them, the quicker you'll get use to them." We looked over the pictures. I'd taken some of just his legs and some from the neck down. He really looked cute in the shorts and top. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something just wasn't right. Over the following week or two it was fun watching David getting use to walking in the heels. He didn't try to wear them all the time, but would switch between his three different pairs. One day when I was home alone, I was looking at the pictures that I'd taken of David in the heels and shorts outfit. I still couldn't figure out what wasn't right. Then I started looking at some on-line crossdressing sites. One of the "girls" had some pictures in an almost identical shorts outfit that we had purchased. I brought up the best picture of David in another browser window, so that I could easily switch back and forth between the two. As I compared the two pictures, I noticed that David's legs were much prettier and sexier then the other "girls." Her top showed cleavage and I knew David didn't have any. I switched back and forth a few times, then it hit me. David didn't have any hips and the "girl" did. But, how? She was actually a guy just like David. So, I went digging and I found some interesting things. I found that there were all kinds of things to help make a guy's body look feminine. There were, of course, breast forms. I'd known about those for a long time. There were hip pads. Butt pads. Padded panties. Tape to help make cleavage. Corsets. Things to hold his parts out of the way. And, something that I couldn't believe, a fake vagina. I guess some of the "girls" really like to look the part. There was even an article where a full feminine chest was made for an actor and the pictures in the article were amazing. You couldn't tell where the actor ended and the fake chest began. It looked real. The more I looked, the more I visualized David with these things. The more I visualized David with these things, the more feminine I saw him and I liked it. Why was I thinking this way? Why did I want David to have a feminine body or at least look like he did? I had no idea and it bothered me. I went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and think. I sat and thought about what I'd seen and how I felt about it. I couldn't come up with any reason that I wanted to see David look feminine, except that it might make him happy. Would it? I didn't know. Would I like it? I liked the "girls" that I was seeing on-line. But, would I like David looking that way? When David came home, we had dinner and a typical evening. Saturday morning as usual, David was up before I was. Normally it was the smell of David cooking breakfast that woke me up, but when I looked at the clock it was almost ten. Normally David had breakfast ready about eight. I got out of bed, tossed on a robe, and headed to the kitchen. As I was going passed the den, I saw David sitting at the computer and it appeared that he was reading something. Had I left one of the sites that I was reading up on the computer? I walked up behind him and saw what he was reading. And, it was one of the articles on creating a feminine look. Had I made a mistake? He turned around, looked at me, and in a serious way asked, "Why were you looking at this stuff?" "I was curious," I quietly replied. "Curious about what?" I told him about comparing his picture with one of the on-line "girls" and what I had noticed. Then what I had found when I looked for information on feminizing a male body. He looked at me and asked, "Do you want me to do that?" "Do... what?" "Look like a girl." "Only if you'd want to." "How would you take it if I'd go to the trouble to look as good as I could? Use all this stuff, get a wig, get my makeup done, and dress completely as a girl." "I don't know." "I'd bet you'd freak out." "I don't know. How would you feel?" "I don't know either. I might really like it." "Like it how?" "I don't know. I really like how some of these 'girls' look. Maybe I'd like the way I looked and want to stay that way all the time." "You wouldn't." "I don't know and I don't even know if I want to find out. But, it looks like you'd like me too." "Honey. I was just curious as to how they can change their bodies to look that good. Don't be mad." "I'm not mad. But, right now I just like to dress in the clothes and it looks like you want me to go further." "No honey. I only want what you want. I don't mean to push things." "It's all right. Really I'm not mad. I just don't know where this is going. And, I don't know why you want it to go further." "I don't know either. I just find it interesting that some guys can make themselves look so good as a girl." "Do you want me to do that?" "No.... Yes.... Maybe.... Oh, I don't know." "Honey. It's all right. I love what we've done. I just don't know how much more I want to do. We've been going slow and that's fine. Maybe one day I'll want to see what I look like all dolled up. But, not right now." "I'm sorry. I was just curious." The rest of Saturday went on just like nothing had happened. David even spend the evening dressed in his bra, panties, pantyhose, shorts outfit, and the mules. The next day we actually went out and bought David some additional girl's things. More panties. He had actually started wearing panties everyday instead of his boxers. Another bra, and a really cute skirt and blouse outfit, that he just loved and looked good in. --- Chapter 2. Many small steps. At dinner on the following Thursday we were just talking about nothing in particular when he said, "Do you think we could find me a set of forms?" "Forms?" I asked. "Breast forms." I was a little surprised with this after what had happened last Saturday, but it appeared that what he'd read had peaked his interest. I said, "Sure. I saw a couple of places on-line that we could order from." "Isn't there any place locally that would have them?" "Probably. But, why not just order them on-line." "I've read somewhere that you should get a size that fits you properly. So, I figured that since they are so expensive that we should do it right and go to some place local. If they'll fit a guy." "Do you want me to check for you tomorrow?" "Would you?" "You know I will. So, what brought this about?" "Our talk last Saturday, some of the things I've read, and I haven't been able to get it out of my mind." "What are you thinking?" "That... That I eventually want to know what I look like when I'm fully dressed as a girl." "How far are we going with it?" "Just the forms for now." "Little steps?" "Yea." Friday I made a number of calls and found some interesting things. There were a number of stores in the area that carried post mastectomy supplies and two of them had no problem fitting a man with a set of forms. One wanted to do it before they opened, but could only do it on Monday. The other was willing to stay late tonight to fit him. When David came home, he didn't ask about the phone calls that he'd ask me to make and I didn't say anything until we were cleaning up after dinner when I said, "Hurry up. We need to get ready." "Ready for what?" he asked. "To get you fitted." "Fitted for what?" "Your forms." "Huh. So soon?" I could hear the nervousness in his voice and I said, "Sure. The lady said that she'd be happy to fit you tonight. The store is open until eight and if we were there at eight that she'd fit you right after they close." "She doesn't have a problem with it?" "Not at all. From what she said they have a number of male clients." "Really?" "That's what she said." "And, you're all right with this?" "Yes. If it makes you happy." "How should I dress?" "I guess in your regular clothes, but you should take a bra along. But,... " "But what?" "We need to do something before we go." "What?" "The lady asked if you had any chest hair and when I told her you did, she suggested that you remove it." "No chest hair. Why?" "She said it would look better." "Are you sure?" "That's what she said." "What do we need to do?" "I guess either shave your chest or use the depilatory on it." I could tell by the look on his face that he was getting really nervous and I said, "Honey. Relax. A lot of guys remove their body hair." "And get fitted for breast forms ?" "Probably more than you think." "All right. Let's do this," he said as he headed to the bathroom. I followed him and he did what we do every time we do his legs. He stripped, placed a large towel on the floor, handed me the bottle of depilatory cream, and stood on the towel. I carefully covered his chest down to his hips with the cream and as I was doing it I said, "You know, we might as well do your back too." "Why?" "So it matches." "Go on." I covered his back, including his cute butt, with more cream and we waited the necessary amount of time. We removed the cream, along with his all of upper body hair, and applied a nice moisturizer. After we'd finished with the moisturizer he said, as he had before, "This really feels weird." "Weird?" "Yea. The feeling of no body hair after all this time. It's just different. My skin feels so smooth and soft." "I know, and I kind of like it." "You like it?" "Yea. I think it's sexy." "Sexy?" "Un huh. No more ugly body hair." I wasn't sure why I was saying this, other then I really did like what I was seeing. "So you want me to keep the hair off my chest?" Davis asked. "Yea. I think so." "So how often will we have to do this?" "About as often as we do your legs." "That often?" "Yep." "Is there any other way?" "You know there is." "What waxing or laser?" "Or, electrolysis?" "Expensive aren't they?" "A little. Waxing is cheaper." "But, painful." "It's not that bad. We'd better get going or we'll be late." Just before eight we were pulling into a strip mall and in front of a store called Bare Basics. I looked over at David and I could tell that his nervousness was really peaking. I reached over, took his hand in mine, and said, "Honey. Relax. From what she told me, they've done this many times." "I know," he said, "But, I haven't. No one but you knows about this side of me. Now someone else will know." "She sounds like a very nice person. Remember she opened this shop to help women that have a problem. So, she likes to help people." "I guess you're right." We got out of the car and walked up to the door. It was locked, so I gently knocked. I few seconds later a very pleasant looking middle-aged lady walked up to the door and opened it. She smiled at us and said, "You must be Beth? Come on in." As we walked in, I answered, "Yes ma'am. I am." As she looked at David she said, "Please call me Linda. And, this is?" "This is my husband David." "Pleased to meet you. And, what are we interested in." I looked at David and a little nervously he said, "A set of forms." "I see. For you?" "Yes." "Good. Please come with me." She relocked the door and we followed her to the back of the store, and into a small room with a dressing table and mirrors. She then asked, "What are we looking for?" David replied, "I guess something that would be natural on me if I was a girl." "What size do you think you might be?" "I wear a 38C bra." "Well, that's a good place to start. Take off your shirt and let me measure you." David removed his shirt and Linda took a couple measurements, then said, "I'll go and get a couple pairs of forms and while I'm gone put on your bra. You did bring one, didn't you?" "Yes," David replied. "Good. I'll be right back. Oh. Would you like nipples or not?" David looked at me. I smiled a little and said, "I'd go with the nipples." "I guess with nipples," David said. "Good," Linda said, "It'll look better. Be right back." After Linda had left, David took his bra out of the bag he had brought it in and put it on. He also commented, "I didn't realize that they came with and without nipples." "Me either." Linda was back in a few minutes with six boxes. As she set them down, she said, "I brought three sizes and tried to choose ones that were close to your skin tone. So, let's see how good I did." She opened each of the boxes and looked at the contents. Then looked at David. Then took one form out of the box and held it close to him and said, "The color looks good. Let's see what they look like on." She carefully placed it into his right bra cup. Then placed the matching one in his left cup. She stood back a little, looked at me, and said, "What do you think honey?" I took a close look and said, "It is really close to his skin color and the size looks good." "Yes. I think the color is perfect for him. With some makeup you couldn't tell they were forms. Let's try the next size up. It may look better." She replaced the set in his bra with another one, and again stood back to take a good look. I was surprised at the difference between the two sizes. This size actually did look better. Linda said to David, "Honey. Take a look and tell us that you think." David looked in the full length mirror. Moved a little to his left and then a little to his right. I could see that little smile of his start to appear on his face. He turned, looked at Linda and me, and said, "I like them, but they're heavy and cold." Linda smiled back at him and said, "Their weight is very close to what breasts actually weigh and they'll warm up to your body temperature fairly quickly." David then asked me, "What do you think?" I think I was smiling when I said, "I like them and I think you'll like them better then the nylons." "Nylons," Linda said, "You've used nylons to stuff your bra?" "Yes," David said. "Honey. You'll love these so much more." "I hope." "You will. I'll guarantee it." Linda went on to tell us how to care for the forms and to be sure to store them in their correct boxes. As David was removing the forms and getting dressed, Linda said to me, "I'm glad to see a wife support her husband this way." "Thanks," I said, "I look at it as just another part of him. It makes him happy and that makes me happy." As we were paying the bill Linda said, "You know those forms can be attached." "Attached?" David said. "Yes," Linda said as she placed a couple of cans and a bottle on the counter, "With a medical spray adhesive, and if you glue the edges down you can use makeup and they'll look like they're part of you.." "How do you get them off?" "Either wait a couple of weeks until the adhesive breaks down or use a remover." Without batting an eye, David said, "Might be interesting." We thanked Linda for all her help and started home. As we started driving I said to David, "So, do you really like them?" "Yes. Feeling the weight and the way they move is very interesting. Are you all right with them?" I smiled at him and said, "Yes. As long as you are and I know you are." We added removing his chest and back hair every time we did his legs. I have to admit that I really do like his body this way. It's so much softer and nicer to play with. But, it wasn't fun to use a depilatory on him every few days and after a month and a half of it he asked, "Isn't there a better way to do this?" "You know there is. Laser, electrolysis, or waxing," I replied. "Laser and electrolysis are permanent, aren't they?" "Yes and expensive." "And, waxing hurts?" "To start with. When I have my legs done I hardly feel it anymore. You kind of get use to it." "How long does it last?" "Usually a few weeks. I get my legs done about every six weeks." "Doesn't it get stubbly between times?" "Not really. It actually grows back in softer then what it does with the depilatory. I've also noticed that over time that it's grown in thinner and even lighter in color." "Really." "It's almost like some of the hairs have been permanently removed." "How long does the hair have to be for the wax to work?" "About a quarter of an inch." "So if I want to do this, it'll be no hair removal for a few weeks." "Are you thinking about waxing?" "Kind of." We did stop using the depilatory on him and allowed his hair to grow back in. And, one afternoon as he was walking out the door, I asked him, "Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?" "No," he replied, "I kind of need to do this by myself." I knew he wasn't sure if he could go through with this or not. I'd set him up with my waxing esthetician and I had told her to be gentle. I knew that he might only be gone a short time. But, when he wasn't back in an hour, I figured that he was probably going through with the whole body wax. When he finally walked back in the house, I looked at him and asked, "Well?" He smiled and asked, "Well what?" "Did you do it?" "Yes." "How far did you go?" With a grin, he said, "Come on and I'll show you." I followed him to the bed room and he undressed. He'd done the whole thing, legs, arms, chest, back, butt, and underarms. I just stood there looking at him and shaking my head. He asked, "You don't like it?" "No. I like it. You just surprised me by doing so much." "It did hurt to start with, but I just gritted my teeth and went through with it. Your girl is good, she made it as easy and quick as she could. And, I think she was having fun. She even wanted to do my eyebrows." "Chicken. You went this far. You should have let her finish." "The eyebrows?" "Sure. Pretty, sexy, eyebrows." He just shook his head and proceeded to get dressed in his girls' clothes. As he did, I thought that it was about time that we increased his wardrobe. A shorts outfit, one skirt, and one blouse just isn't a good wardrobe. As he was dressing, he also told me that my waxing esthetician had given him some body lotion that would help retard hair growth and had told him that he needed to exfoliate on a regular basis to help prevent ingrown hairs. That night, in bed, I found out how much I liked his hairless body and I think he also found out how much I liked it. Visits to my waxing esthetician soon became visits to his waxing esthetician. We've also done some serious shopping for more girls' clothes for him and he now had a very nice wardrobe, not to mention another half dozen pairs of shoes. One day a package arrived for him. He'd never told me that he was expecting anything and I was curious, but didn't open it. When he came home, I gave him the package and waited for him to tell me what it was in it. He didn't, so I finally asked, "What's in the package?" "You'll see after dinner," he replied. "Oh come on." "Nope after dinner." I looked at him with a fake little pout and headed to the kitchen to speed up dinner. After dinner as we were cleaning up, I said, "All right. Tell." "Tell what?" "What's in the package?" "I told you that you'll see. So, when we're finished cleaning up, I've got to go to the bedroom for a while." "Go on. I'll finish the dishes." "You're that curious?" "You know I am. Now go." He disappeared and I finished the dishes. When I was done, I went into the den to read and waited for David to come back. I figured that he was changing into some of his girls' clothes, but he was taking longer then he normally did. I finally heard him come into the room and I turned around to look. I could only see him from the waist up and he was wearing a very pretty off the shoulder pink sweater and I didn't see any bra straps. I knew he didn't have a strapless bra, but didn't think anything more about it. He walked further into the room and stood in front of me. Along with the sweater, he was wearing a pair of white shorts and his pair of opened toed sandals. From the neck down he looked like a girl. He did a slow twirl and asked, "Well?" "Well what?" I asked. "Do I have enough of a feminine figure for you now?" I looked at him and there seemed to be more to his hips and butt. I asked, "What did you do?" "Remember the padded panty in the stuff you read about making a feminine look?" "Yea." "Think it helps?" "Yea. It does. You do have a nice shape and that outfit shows it off." "I though it would." "You're not wearing a bra. Are you?" "No. Remember the adhesive we got." I'd almost forgotten about that, but said, "Yea." "It's interesting not wearing a bra and feeling the weight and movement," he said and with a grin. Then he added, "I just hope the remover works." I looked him over very closely and his shape was almost perfect. I finally got a little smile and said, "It does look good on you. There's one thing that would make it better." "What?" "A waist cincher." "A waist cincher?" "It would give you a really nice feminine waist." "I wondered about those." Later that evening as we were getting ready for bed, and David was undressing, I couldn't help but stare at him. He asked, "Is something wrong?" "No. I don't think so." "Then why are you staring?" "Seeing you standing there naked with breasts and a flat front like that is... is different." "Different?" "Uh huh. Different. I'm seeing my husband, but... he has a feminine body. A very nice feminine body." Looking a little concerned as he asked, "Is it too much?" "No.... Not at all. It's just very interesting seeing your husband with a woman's body. When I couldn't see where the forms were attached to your body I was seeing a woman standing there. I knew it was you, but I saw a feminine you." "It is too much. Isn't it?" "No. Really I actually like it. You look good." "Are you sure?" "Yes. But,... I think you need to go further." "Further?" "You've gone this far exploring your feminine side and I think you need go the next step." "Next step?" "To see what you would look like with a wig and makeup." "You're kidding?" "No. I've been watching you and I've seen a really feminine side to you when you're dressed. I'm actually surprised that you haven't wanted to try makeup and wig before. I really think you'd make a very pretty woman." As he walked over to the bed, where I was sitting, I couldn't take my eyes off his breasts. They looked almost real. They moved like they were real. I wanted to touch them to see if they were real. His breasts! What am I thinking? He sat down next to me and said, "Do you really think I'd make a pretty woman?" "Yes," I replied, "You have a pretty body. Legs to die for. And, I'd bet with the right wig and proper makeup you would look good." "Do you want me to do that?" "It's more of, do you want to do it?" "Maybe it's more of, do we want me to do it?" "I like seeing you happy, relaxing, and happy this way. It's interesting seeing your transformation. Not only in body, but in mind. You become a different person. You almost become the girl that you look like." "Can you take me looking like a girl from head to toe?" "I think. I like what I'm seeing so far. It's still you. A feminine you, but you. Can you take it?" "We've done a lot over the past few months. I like what's been happening. I like looking like this, feeling the soft clothes, wearing the heels, feeling feminine. If you'll help me, I'd like to try the wig and makeup." "You know I'll help you, especially if it makes you happy." "No. Makes us happy. I don't want to do anything that makes you unhappy." We hugged and the feeling of his breast pressing against mine was something else. Nothing bad. But, ... The following day we started looking on-line at various hair styles. We also tried to pick a color. I thought that with his blue eyes and light complexion that a blond, honey blond, or light brown might look good. He liked the darker colors, like a brunette or auburn. We bantered back and forth on this for a long time before I finally said, "We're not getting anywhere with this. I think we need a professional's opinion." "A professional. Like who?" he asked. "Maybe my hairdresser. He would know what would look good on you." "He?" "You remember Peter. You met him that one time you picked me up." "Yea. I remember Peter. Someone else that would know about me. I don't know." "Love. Hairdressers know all the dirt about their customers and if they want to keep them as customers they don't tell." "I guess." "I'll give him a call and see when he can see you." The following Saturday at eight in the morning we were walking into the salon where Peter worked. He'd agreed to meet us there before his first appointment. As we walked in, the receptionist greeted us and I told her that I had an appointment with Peter at eight for something special. She called back and Peter came to the front of the shop. He greeted me with a hug and cheek kiss, and said "Beth. It's great to see you." "Thanks Peter," I said, "It's great seeing you too. This is David, my husband." "Oh yes, David. I remember you." He gave David the same welcome that he'd given me and I wasn't too sure how David took it. But, I didn't see any reaction on David's face. Peter then said, "So, it's David that we're looking at this morning." David looked at me, then glanced at the receptionist. I knew he wasn't happy with what Peter had said in front of the receptionist. I quietly said, "Yes. But, let's keep it between us." Peter whispered back, "Oh sorry. Mum's the word." We followed Peter back to his work area and he had David sit in his chair. Then Peter asked, "What do you want to do?" "Well," I said, "David's a crossdresser and we want to find him a good wig, but we can't settle of a good color for him. He wants something dark and I say something light would look better." "A crossdresser!", Peter said a little excitedly, "That is so wonderful. I've got a couple of friends that are transsexuals. A good color. Hmm. Let's see, a good color for him?" Peter looked closely at David and then said, "I think Beth is right. With your complexion and blue eyes a light color would be best a blond with some highlights." Peter then took a book off the shelf and started looking through it. He finally stopped at a page and showed it to me and asked, "How about one of these?" Peter and I looked at the pictures, then at the same time we both pointed to the same one and said, "This one." "Ah," David said, "Hello. I'm still here." "Oh sorry." Peter said as he took the book over to David. Then as he showed him the pictures, Peter pointed to one and said, "This color is just you. It's called Creamsicle. It's a butterscotch blond with platinum streaked highlights. It'll bring out the blue in those gorgeous eyes of yours." I saw David look at it and the get his cute little smile. He then asked Peter, "How about a style?" Again Peter stood back and looked at David, then said, "I think a straight cut with feathering just barely to your shoulders and bangs would just frame your face perfectly." Then Peter grabbed another book, turned to a page and showed it to David while saying, "She has almost the same facial features that you do. See how the cut frames her face? And, you can change it into other styles fairly easily." David said, "I like it." David looked at me and said, "Honey. What do you think?" Peter showed me the book. I loved what I saw and said, "Honey. I think it'd be perfect for you especially in that color." David looked at Peter and said, "Can you do it for me?" "Of course," Peter said, "We'll have you looking perfect. I can have the wig here tomorrow and then we can style it for you." "Tomorrow sounds good." "Do you want human hair or synthetic?" "What do you suggest?" "The human hair. It's more expensive, but it will look and feel better." David looked at me and just said, "Honey?" "You're in this for the long hall, aren't you?" I replied. "You know I am." "I'd go for the human hair." David looked at Peter and with a smile, said, "You heard the lady." We thanked Peter and exchanged hugs again. Then as we were leaving we made an appointment for tomorrow at one in the afternoon. As we started to drive home I asked David, "Now what do you want to do about makeup? " "Can you do it?" "Maybe. But, we'll need to get you your own makeup to match your eyes and coloring." "When can we do that?" "Right now if you want." "Right now?" "No time like the present." "I guess. Where?" "The mall stores don't open until ten, but we can stop at the food court and get a cup of coffee." "Why the mall and not just a drug store?" "At the drug store it would be a hit or miss coming up with the right colors for you. At the mall we'll be able to get it right the first time." We sat at the food court until ten then headed for my favorite store and my favorite cosmetics counter. David asked, "Where are we doing this?" "At a cosmetics counter." "Not someone else knowing about me?" "Love. These girls work on commission and don't care who they sell to. I'm just hoping that the girl I've bought from is there. She's fantastic." As we walked up to the cosmetic counter, I was happy to see the girl, Tammie, that I was hoping to see. She was a very pretty Asian girl and she knew her product line. She spotted me, smiled, and said, "Hello again. What can I help you with?" "Not me. Him." "Oh. Makeup for a man?" "No. Makeup to make a man look like a woman. Can you do that?" At first Tammie gave me a quizzical look, then smiled and said, "Yes. It's fun to do." "You've done it before?" "Yes. Many times. The men are more fun to work with then most women." "What can you do for him?" "What do we need?" "Everything." "Are we looking for a day time or evening look?" "Both." I saw her eyes light up as she said, "Come over here and let's have a look." We followed her over to a work station and she had David sit in her chair. She looked over his face very carefully, then said, "The first thing you should do is shape your eyebrows, they help frame the eye. I won't do that, but you can have it done at a beauty salon or do it at home. But, I'd recommend the salon. Let me gather some things and we'll get started." She was back in a short time with a number of things and said, "I'll only do half of your face so that you can see the difference and we'll do the day time look first then change that to an evening look." She went on to explain everything that she was using and doing starting with a product that helped conceal a lot of things including a man's beard. David paid very close attention to everything that she was doing. I watched as the right side of his face slowly transform from masculine too feminine. This girl was working magic on him and had picked the perfect colors for him. She even covered his one eyebrow with a heavy foundation and drew in what she thought would be a good look for him. When she was done, I was amazed at what I was seeing. The right side of his face didn't look like David. It looked like a girl, a very pretty girl. The smile on David's face said it all. He liked what he was seeing. Tammie picked up a digital camera and as she took a couple pictures, she said, "Most of my customers like to have a picture to work from at home." David looked at her, smiled, and said, "That would be great. Thanks." "Now. Let's see what we can do for an evening look." She carefully cleaned off some of the makeup that she had used on his day time look and went to work on an evening look. The biggest difference was around his eyes. She went heavier with the eyeliner and mascara, darkened his eyebrow, and gave his eye a smoky look. She then changed his lipstick from a light shiny pink to a wine red with a darker lip liner and added a little gloss to the lower lip. When she was done, he turned and looked at me and I could do nothing but stare. She'd made him look like a pretty girl with the day time look, but now he looked not only pretty, but sexy. David asked, "Is it all right?" "Yea.... It's more than all right. You look fantastic." He just smiled. Tammie said, "He's an easy one. His bone structure is really good and his skin is very nice." Before she removed his makeup, Tammie took another picture. Then as she was removing the makeup, which I think David was reluctant to have her do, she talked about taking care of his face. Using cleanses, moisturizers, and such. She cleansed his whole face, then moisturized it. I knew Tammie made a nice commission on what she sold us. It felt like we had spent the national debt on makeup. As we walked to the car I asked David, "So, what did you think?" "It was interesting," he replied, "I loved the pampering. The feel and smell of the makeup, and the looks she had come up with." I smiled and said, "So did I. A very pretty girl." "Maybe, too pretty?" "Here's no such thing. But, we can't call you David when you look that pretty. Have you ever thought about a feminine name for yourself?" "No." "I guess we need to. Any ideas?" "Not really. You?" "Don't know. Let me think on it." As we pulled into the garage, I said, "How about Dana for a feminine name. It's close to David and it's short and sweet." "Dana," David repeated, "yea. I like that." "And, if you need a different last name we'll just use my maiden name." "Dana Wolfe. It's got a nice sound to it." After lunch David asked, "What can we do about my eyebrows?" "Well," I said, "we can do like the makeup girl suggested. Go to a salon and get them waxed." "That may be too much all at once. I still have to go to work and school. Maybe do them here and slowly." "Slowly." "Yea. I read where some people just do a little bit every few days and no one notices the gradual change." "We can do that. We can start by just cleaning them up a little and then slowly shape them to what you want." That evening we started working on his eyebrows. I started by removing some of the stray hairs, then I carefully trimmed the longer ones. I used the tried and true way of measuring where his eyebrow should start and end, and then remove what was over the bridge of his nose. That cleaned them up a lot. While I was working, we talked, first about nothing much, then I asked, "Why have you shifted into high gear?" "High gear?" he asked. "Yea. Before you were happy to just underdress in just panties and a bra, but now you want the whole store. What changed?" "I guess some of the things that I've read have opened my eyes. But, most of all I have support." "Support?" "Yea. You. You're the most important thing in my life. When I told you about my dressing, I was so worried about what you might do. But, you surprised me and I think that you like me to dress as much as I like to do it. You've taken me shopping for clothes, to buy a wig, and to see about makeup. Without you I'd never have done those things. You go through this life once and I'm so glad that I'm doing it with you. I love you. I really love you." I just sat there and looked