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The Other Woman - Part One
There are two women in his life and its finally time for them to meet.
This story is dedicated to my friend and fellow author Warm Hearted, who
has called me his cheerleader. We have become good friends and
confidants, sharing comments and ideas on our stories as well as
messaging and e mailing each other regularly.
I can never find the proper words to say thanks to my editor and friend
Chris, who finds the time in a busy life to review my ramblings with
comments and insights. Busy editing for other authors at the same time,
he is also an author in his own right.
I had thought this story would only require One part and feel a second
part is required to share the thoughts of how the Wife and children
relate to The Other Woman.
All feedback and comments are encouraged and welcome to help improve my
writing skills
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The 'other woman' has been in our lives - yes, I did say our lives as my
wife knows all about her - for many years now. I have not hidden her from
my wife; I'm not able to do this really as she lives with us all the time
and appears occasionally.
I should say the reason is I cross dress; there, I've said it, I'm a
crossdresser, I love to dress as a woman. I have been dressing for many
years now although I rarely go out dressed, especially where we live as
it's a small town.
No one would say anything if I said I love doing jigsaws, which I do, or
love to read, which I also do. Well, I have to read or I wouldn't know
what I'm saying in this story! (Laughs to him/herself at that comment).
As soon as I mention I cross dress, horror of horrors people don't want
to know or are shocked. So I don't mention it, more's the pity as its
harmless and relaxes me after a day's work.
Well I'm digressing here - OK, I'm waffling. Now, back to the other
'other woman', my wife
Although my wife knows about the other woman she has not fully met her;
she's not happy about her although she was influential in her coming into
our life and marriage.
Some of the earlier details about having 'Samantha' in our lives need not
be fully shared here as they involve some horrid and terrible times for
my wife and her sisters with regard to a male relation.
To this day - we've been married a fair length of time - she has not told
me all that happened and I won't ask for her sake. I can only be there
for her when she is ready.
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Well today's the day, or, more accurately, the evening when my wife gets
to meet the other woman fully - and I meant fully, fully with makeup,
wig, the full works so to speak.
There she lies on the bed in all her feminine glory. Well the lingerie,
anyway; the skirts and dresses are hanging in the wardrobe along with
more choices of blouses - a girl can never have too much clothing!
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When did I start dressing? I'm not sure exactly, the first thing I do
remember was wearing my mum's bathing costume after my brother chickened
out of trying it on. Strange, years later I saw a picture of him fully
dressed for a party around the end of October.
Why mum's costume? Well our sister is ten years younger - frilly panties
did not appeal back then; today would be a different story altogether.
With my wife, the first item I remember was a pantie girdle followed by a
pair of tights and in jest she called me Samantha at first, then later
Sammie and on occasion 'pussycat'.
So, how and when I got into crossdressing I'm not sure; I don't feel in
all honestly a woman trapped in a man's body, although I have the
greatest respect for those who do.
Our culture tends to focus on two genders: male and female. Some other
cultures freely accept a third gender, where a person can me
transgendered. In the orient, there appears an acceptance of men who
openly dress and live as female without having an operation to change
gender.
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Some years ago my wife suffered a major trauma event which really changed
all our lives when she nearly died on us. Having collapsed at work twice
within a month, the first time, just prior to Christmas, was thought to
be just a bad migraine and was sent home to rest. The second time, in
mid-January, was worse again ending up in the local hospital.
It was discovered after taken head scans and referring them to a larger
hospital in the city that she needed to be transferred to this hospital
as soon as possible. That same night my wife was transferred for
observation and a major operation on her brain due to having three
aneurisms and ever since her memory has been poor and I often have to
remind her of things it is difficult for her to remember
Why did the above have a large influence involving the other woman? Well,
I will try to elaborate over the rest of the story.
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I had reserved two rooms next door to each other, one for my wife and one
for the other woman, at a hotel we use regularly where we normally have
one room.
Two rooms? Well I was not fully sure of her reaction to meeting Samantha
in person in her full war paint and dress.
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The day my wife was having her operation I was a wreck; our daughter was
with me for support. They were longer in theatre than expected although
we were on the correct side for her recovery.
When we arrived home that evening I went to bed wearing one of her
nightdresses so that I had something of hers close to me; it helped a bit
but the tears still flowed.
My wife spent ten days in hospital and with us having a family of our own
I could not stay with her all the time as I had to support them as well
as myself.
Due to the time of year there would be little daylight to drive in and I
decided the 'other woman', Samantha, would join me on the drive home. I
know why I had 'her' with me in the suitcase in the boot - I needed the
stress relief; nothing at all in a sexual way, just I was so much calmer
when wearing some of Samantha's clothes. Amazing what a bra and panties
set can do to settle me down.
OK, the first time it was just the bra and panties set but later on the
suitcase had skirts, tops, shoes, stockings, all a woman requires
including makeup and a coat.
Popping into the toilets I got changed into Samantha - at this time it
was putting on the underwear and then the top cover of male clothing for
the journey home to the children.
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It is time for the male side of me to slip inside and allow the female
side to reappear if only for a shot time - I often wish it were for more
than a few hours.
I prefer to have a long soak in the bath so I had made sure the room had
a full-sized bath and not a three-quarter sized one. I just cannot relax
and soak in one of those.
The bath water running, I mix the bubble bath to soft gentle bubbles as
the steam floats around the bathroom misting up the mirror.
Making sure the shaving foam and new razor blades are handy before
checking the bath temperature was ideal to step into, I slip out of my
house coat. Normally when I bathe I like to read and today is no
exception. Holding my tablet carefully I slip lower into the water then
find the page to continue reading from.
"You going to get that, sweetcheeks?" Jenny asked as Abi stared at the
phone in shocked silence, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"It's him," she said, more to herself than to her friend.
The water starts to cool as I get deeply engrossed in the story; I only
notice this when I start shivering. Putting the tablet safely out of the
way, I top the hot water up and reach over for the razor and shaving foam
to seek out any stray hairs.
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On one occasion a visit to the hospital resulted in the one of the
biggest errors any crossdresser can make.
For the journey home I was wearing high heels, stockings and a short
black (almost mini) skirt, with knee length coat, handbag and full make-
up. While this may be lovely to wear unfortunately it can also give the
wrong signals to other males as it can and often does make them think you
are looking to be more intimate.
The vast majority of crossdressers are heterosexual and dress for their
own pleasure; sure, some may be gay or bi, but I believe that for the
majority it's just for the joy of dressing. Yes, for many it can be
sexual, especially in the early days of dressing, but... well, I suppose
really we all have our own reasons for dressing.
Anyway, on the way home I felt tired and for safety reasons pulled into a
layby for a cat nap and a comfort break. There were already two cars
there, both just with parking lights on and some movement in the back of
one of them.
I went into the bushes to have a comfort break (what, none of you ever
been caught short?), managing to tear my stockings on some thorns in the
process.
"Damn, my last good pair until I get home!" I thought ruefully.
By the time I got back to my car, one of the other vehicles had driven
off. The other car occupier was watching me and turned his lights on full
to see me, which blinded me for a moment or two. It also shocked me at
the same time - hardly surprising, considering how I was dressed! The man
wound his window down and asked if I was looking for business; my
tiredness seemed to vanish and, my heart pounding, I got in my car and
drove away.
Having made sure his car did not follow me I started to relax a little
and further up the road stopped to put on some male outer wear.
It's fine to dress in the other genders clothing as long as it's not for
any illegal reasons but this experience taught me that it's a good idea
to give some thought to how you dress and where you go.
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Stepping out of the bath I pull the plug; I'm hoping it's not the last
thing that I pull today, I'm praying that my wife will accept the 'other
woman' in person. I glance over to the bed where my new full length,
black, see-though nightdress lies on the pillow.
I put the dressing gown back on with a little shiver and not just from
coming out of the bath - I'm really nervous about this evening. Having
dressed for years and more recently fully, this evening is special as I
am about to reveal to one woman in my life the other woman, both of whom
I love. One very, very, deeply; the other, the other me... well love may
be too strong a term here. 'Like and enjoy' might be more accurate.
Time to stop and get dressed for this evening. I do my toe nails and
finger nails in deep red and wait for them to dry before continuing to
dress.
I am fortunate in my build and size, only 5 feet 4 tall, medium build
with size 7 feet, comfortable with a size 34c Chest, padded bras are
wonderful for me to wear, fitting comfortably into size 14 to 16 clothing
and size 8 ladies shoes for comfort.
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I tend to purchase a lot of my female clothing from online shopping sites
and / or charity shops - I've ended up probably having more ladies'
clothes than male. I also have a passion for stockings, preferably
seamed, and particularly love Cuban heeled stockings, normally black with
a red seam. To go with the stockings of course you need something to
clip them on to if they're not hold-ups. Back to the computer and a
search for Basques or suspender belts.
The thing for most crossdressers we have to be aware of is how we dress
and we really have to be careful. We have a tendency to dress very
femininely and by this I mean we tend more to dress with skirts and
dresses with nylons and high heels. We stand out just by the way we
dress, never mind adding makeup. My female wardrobe has no trousers,
joggers or slacks in it at all.
Most women, with modern styles and cultural acceptance, tend more to wear
trousers, slacks and jogging-type bottoms and rarely on a daily basis
dress with skirts and dresses; these seem to be reserved more for formal
functions or special occasions.
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For tonight I have chosen a beautiful matching bra and panties set, with
a suspender belt in black with some purple floral detail which
complements the other underwear perfectly.
The skirt is half calf length in faux black leatherette with back zip and
a lower slit for ease of walking. My blouse hanging next to my skirt on
the wardrobe rail is dark purple, almost see through, full sleeved with
floral decoration similar to that on the lingerie.
I am no beauty although I can be presentable so, sitting at the vanity,
it's foundation, setting powder and a check to see if another layer is
required. Three shades of brown eyeshadow blended together to help my
blue eyes stand out. Working with the mascara, still occasionally poking
the corner of my eye - ouch! Satisfied that it's passable I move on to
my lips and put a couple of coats of red lipstick on and that's it -
ready for what is about to happen this evening.
Well not entirely ready; there's the wig cap and soft mousy-blonde wig,
shoulder length with some curls, to put on and secured with discreetly
placed hair clips.
Checking that the red seams of my stockings are straight I slip on my
skirt before putting on my blouse. Slipping on my black three inch wedge
heels I check my watch and see that I still have around ten minutes
before my wife comes to meet the other woman in our lives.
Glancing around the room to check that it's tidy I turn the main light
off; with just the wall lights on the room has a better ambience. The
radio is on, with a local channel playing music in the background. I
check in the bathroom mirror and put on the long clip on earrings and
using my favourite scent A Hint of Musk, put a little on my wrists and
spray a little under my skirt. Finally I spray some into the air and walk
thought the mist it forms so it covers my head and top of the body.
There is a knock on the door and, with one final check in the full length
mirror, I open it to see my wife dressed as lovely as ever. I step back
to let her in and she gives me that all over look.
"So you're the woman my husband is involved with" she whispers.
As I close the door behind her she adds, "Samantha, we need to talk..."
The End of Part One
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