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THE LATE CROSSDRESSING HUSBAND
by enduringshades
Edith and I had known each other since we were teenagers. We went
shopping together and often met for lunch or coffee. Friday night used to
be our Girls Night Out when we dressed to the nines and headed for our
favourite bar.
Then we got married (not to each other!) and stopped going out together.
Edith was still a party girl, but I stayed at home with my wife, Betty.
I never told Betty that I was a crossdresser. I missed being Belinda but
I enjoyed married, and later, family life. After the kids left home, Eddy
persuaded me to start dressing again, he missed Belinda. I agreed for one
night only.
Although I hadn't dressed for twenty five years and had kept no feminine
items in the house, I was still a crossdresser in my mind and desire. I
looked at women to see what they were wearing and if it suited me. And I
kept up with fashion trends.
Before Eddy got married he did tell his fiancee, Eve. She loved Eddy so
much she accepted Edith being part of their lives. It was easier for them
because they didn't plan to start a family. Eddy never told her that his
best mate was also a crossdresser. There was no need, as Belinda was in
hibernation, but a slip of the tongue in front of Betty could have been
disastrous. But Betty did know about Edith from the start. When we
socialised as two couples she would never know if she would be meeting
Eddy and Eve or Edith and Eve. Despite Eddy being my best mate I don't
think she ever suspected I had been a crossdresser too.
"Busy tonight," I shouted in Edith's ear above the thumping EDM coming
from the bar's sound system.
"Sorry," replied Edith, "too noisy."
I grabbed my clutch bag, stood up, grabbed Edith's arm and led her
outside. The street was busy with boisterous passers-by having a good
time and the evening traffic, but at least we could now hear each other.
"I was trying to say," I said, "I think we are too old for this place
now, besides I don't recognise any of our old friends."
"I'm not surprised. It has been a long time," replied Edith, "let's go to
The Red Lion, we can get a quiet drink there and something to eat."
"No, we are dressed too smartly for The Red Lion, let's go to the Grand
Hotel's cocktail bar."
"Good idea!" We headed down the street, arm-in-arm, our heels tapping in
sync. I felt great, I wondered why I had stopped. Then I remembered that
my marriage was important to me. I loved Betty too much to upset her and
take the risk of her finding out and divorcing me. But I thought one
night out as Belinda while my wife was away at her mother's was a safe
bet. And no kids at home to worry about any more.
"How about sharing a bottle of wine?" I suggested as we sat down at an
empty table putting my bag and silver coloured wrap on a chair beside me.
I didn't want to revert to drinking the vodkas of our Girls Night Out.
"Love to, I'll get it." Edith picked up her bag and headed for the bar.
At first I was understandably nervous. I hadn't dressed for so long, but
now I was my old self. Edith had done a splendid job giving me a
makeover, my style would have been so last century. We selected clothes
from Edith's extensive wardrobe, she had been dressing for some time and
now had the money to go shopping and, of course, Eve's advice and
support. I could no longer wear the style of clothes I used to wear, I
was much older, not so slender and of course fashions had moved on. But
what surprised me was the outfit I was wearing tonight was not one I
would have chosen. It was one of Edith's, I think I would have been more
reserved and perhaps more of a stereotypical crossdresser. But Edith with
over 30 years of dressing transformed me into an on-trend woman in her
forties and looking very much like a woman in her thirties. I felt very
proud and confident, but not too confident! There are tell-tale signs in
my behaviour and presentation. I was wearing a wig for a start. Back in
the day, I had long hair and I used to style it when I went out as
Belinda. But now I have a bald patch as well as a man's short hair style.
The wig, also Edith's, had brown straight shoulder length hair with a
centre parting.
I was wearing smart black silk ankle-grazer trousers, I had never worn
trousers before and I thought I looked fabulous and still feminine! They
were slim fit with a cigarette silhouette and showed off my ankles and
heels. There was a wide buckle belt and the trousers even had pockets at
the hips. I was wearing a matching short jacket with a single breast
fastening. Its darted seams gave me extra shaping through the bust and
the peplum cut flattered me. However, It was warm in the bar, so I took
off the jacket. Underneath I was wearing a loose glitter top, with thin
straps. My bra was strapless, as I don't like exposed bra straps. I was
nervous at first but Eddie ensured me that everything would stay in
place, and so far she was right. I wore silver sandals with thin straps
and stiletto heels. My toenails were bright red and matched my
fingernails and lipstick. I was going to go for three inch heels but
Eddie persuaded me to wear four inch, she said it was like riding a bike,
you never forget and they would look good with trousers. I carried a thin
rectangular clutch in the same sparkly silver as the shoes and a wrap. I
wore simple drop earrings and a silver chain bracelet.
I was a notorious flirt in my twenties, teasing young men but just banter
and perhaps a little caressing. But I never danced with them or went
beyond opening lines. I wasn't into men. It was fun, but it was the
flattery that I was convincing and attractive enough to be approached
that got me inside. And nothing had changed.
One of the bar staff approached and placed two cocktails in front of us.
"With the compliments of the gentleman at the bar," he announced. I
looked up and saw two middle-aged men in suits raising their glasses to
us. Betty would have described them as fit. I smiled and raised my glass
in return. Within a couple minutes they were approaching our table, of
course they were.
"May we join you?" said the silver-haired one.
"Yes, you're welcome," said Edith. And they did. I was going to politely
say they could join us just for this drink.
I won't bore you with the details, but we ended up having a delicious
meal in the hotel restaurant. The conversation was exhilarating and we
thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. It turned out that they were staying at the
hotel on business and were upfront to say they were married. Edith was
brilliant, it was clearly not a new experience for her and she kept the
whole evening under control. There was never any mention or hints that
they were expecting us to give any favours in return and they never
touched us. They just wanted to enjoy some female company over a meal.
When we left, I did reward them both with a kiss on the cheek. I could do
that, but no further.
Edith and I hailed a taxi to go back to her place. "Did you enjoy
yourself?" I asked Edith as I snuggled up to her on the back seat of the
taxi, we were just two old girlfriends nothing else!
"I was very proud of you, you are still convincing as a woman. I'm
pleased Belinda is back."
"No, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I did thoroughly enjoy myself, but this
was for one night only. It is back to just being Ben before Betty returns
tomorrow." She looked disappointed.
Eve was not due home until the morning, she was on shift work. So after
we got in we chatted long into the night, but I finally reverted to being
Ben and made my way home.
That night I couldn't get to sleep. Of course not. I kept thinking of how
gorgeous I had looked. Perhaps I was being delusional, but Eddy said he
was proud of my transformation. And our company for the evening paid me
compliments too. I also noticed admiring glances from customers or
passers by, both men and women. I loved walking in heels again and let's
face it, being a woman. And being called madam by the restaurant staff
just got me. Despite what I had told Eddy, I had to bring Belinda back
into my life, but it had to be with Betty's support and enjoyment.
Getting dressed up and going out to a restaurant with her was all I could
think of. And meeting up with Edith and Eve for a ladies' night out or
for lunch.
By the morning I had hatched a plan. I was going to prepare a surprise
dinner at home for the two of us. The surprise was that it would be
Belinda who would be the hostess. If she saw how convincing I was and
enjoyed the dinner I'm sure I could bring her round. But just in case
I'll book a room in the nearby hotel to retreat to.
It took a lot of planning. I decided not to tell Eddy, I didn't want Eddy
accidentally revealing the surprise to Eve or Betty or him knowing if it
didn't work out or went disastrously wrong. I would have to buy
everything I needed and update my make-up skills. I can cook so I could
just focus on my appearance and what I would wear.
In the end I decided to use a dressing service. They could supply
everything I would need, advise me and give me a makeover. I booked
myself in for an initial visit for a trial run as if it were. It was run
by Katie, a very nice lady who took it upon herself to ensure my night
was going to be a success. She even bought a dress especially for me as
she thought none of the dresses she had in my size really suited me.
I had planned a menu and now all I had to do was fix the date. An
opportunity came when Betty announced that the following Wednesday she
wouldn't be back until seven and asked if didn't mind getting dinner that
night. I checked with Katie and she said could book me in that afternoon.
It was on! On Monday, when Betty was at work, I took a day off for a
dress rehearsal, literally. I set aside the morning and went through the
motions of preparing a meal and setting a table, drawing up shopping and
action lists as I progressed. I didn't actually cook a meal but I did go
to the dressing service for the dressing part of the rehearsal. After we
were satisfied, including a coat and bag, I changed into a skirt, jumper
and boots and went out to book a room for Friday night at the hotel. The
receptionist took me for the woman I was presenting myself as and I had
no strange looks on the way there and back. Just the now familiar
admiring glances, well I like to think so. Back at the dressing service I
changed back to Ben and arrived home after Betty, as usual.
"Did you have a good day at work, darling?" she asked.
"Everything went smoothly." I hadn't answered her question but I didn't
tell a lie. My dress rehearsal went smoothly, nothing could go wrong.
"Don't forget you're cooking dinner on Wednesday."
"No I haven't. I have planned the menu, and there will be a surprise!"
"Oh, that sounds exciting!" she said genuinely. "Well today's dinner is
ready."
The day had arrived. Once Betty had gone off to work, I dashed off to the
supermarket to buy all the ingredients I needed. I had decided on a menu
where I could get most of the preparation done during the rest of the
morning. I prepared a Stilton and broccoli soup, I didn't like broccoli.
Who does? Except Betty of course, it was one of her favourites. I baked
some fresh rolls. I will finish off the soup this evening. For the main
course, I prepared a beef carbonnade. I could leave it in the slow cooker
during the afternoon to be ready on time. And for afters, I made a
chocolate dessert with layers of crushed mango on a shortbread base
topped with whipped cream. I left the desserts in the fridge.
I laid the table and selected a bottle of wine. I placed candles to give
a romantic setting and arranged some flowers from the garden. I even set
up a romantic playlist of favourite songs to complete the mood, ready to
play. I prepared the bedroom for a romantic night, if all goes well. I
had bought a nightdress for myself that matched Betty's.
I did as much preparation as I could and then turned to myself. I went
and had a bath and a close shave. I also removed the hair from my legs,
arms and upper torso. I decided to keep the body hair that would be
covered by my dress as a precaution, perhaps just to reassure Betty I was
still a man, her man. I then slipped on a T-shirt, jeans and a pullover
and set off for the dressing service.
First of all Katie gave me a makeover and did my nails. Nothing flashy,
just to feminise my face and something appropriate for a special dinner
at home. I had to look natural, like a woman, not a crossdresser out for
the evening. I retreated to a cubicle to undress and put on a pair of
knickers, a plain pair in black just like Betty's. I put the clothes I
came in into a holdall.
I came out of the cubicle to dress with the help of Katie. She handed me
a bra to match my knickers, Betty always wore matching underwear, and the
breast forms we had selected earlier. They were broad to match my chest,
but not too large that I would have an unnatural looking bust. I then
pulled on a pair of control briefs with hip and bum pads. Katie wrapped a
cincher round me and pulled in the laces to give me a feminine waist. I
then rolled on a pair of sheer black tights. Finally I wore a silk
chemise to smooth out any bumps from the cincher, and I also wanted to
wear one.
Next the dress. We had chosen a black knee-length bodyform dress with
capped sleeves and a boat neckline. I do like black and Betty liked me in
black. Katie zipped me up and I felt the dress fitting me like a glove. I
was pleased with my now smooth curvy shape.
Now for the crowning glory. We had chosen a honey blond wig with shoulder
length wavy hair with a centre parting. My only jewellery was my wedding
ring, a gold bangle and a thin gold chain necklace. I wanted to be
feminine but understated. Next the shoes, just simple but elegant court
shoes with three inch heels.
"My, my," said Katie. "You look so elegant. Can I take a photo for my
website?"
"Of course," I proudly replied. I then spent twenty minutes posing for
photos. Finally she handed me a biker-style jacket, in black of course,
and a cross body bag. I transferred some money for my fares from my
wallet, I decided not to drive while en femme, being dressed would be a
distraction, and put my wallet in the holdall.
"Just a minute." She slipped a lipstick into my bag. "Don't forget to
freshen your lips and check your hair, face and dress. And good luck
Belinda." We hugged, I picked the holdall and I left for the hotel. I was
going to check in and leave the clothes I came in, in case I needed them.
But I didn't make it.
I was crossing the road at a junction when I caught my heel. I fell into
the path of a bus. The driver had assumed I would cross without stopping
or slowing down and had left very little room. Next thing I was vaguely
aware of lying on the road surface surrounded by paramedics. Then
everything just faded away.
*****
"We've lost her," said one of the paramedics.
By then the police had arrived. "Her bag is empty save for some cash.
Nothing to identify her," said one of the officers. "A witness mentioned
she had a holdall but I can't find it, perhaps somebody has run off with
it. The mortuary can probably find out who she was." The police arrested
the bus driver for causing death by careless driving. Other than a road
accident report and the court case, there was no further investigation of
the fatal incident.
*****
An excited Betty got home on time. "Ben, I'm home." She could smell the
beef carbonnade and her heart flipped when she saw the table set for a
romantic dinner. But no husband. She looked for him throughout the house,
but no sign. Perhaps he popped out to get something he had forgotten, she
thought. So she opened the bottle of wine and poured herself a glass, Ben
wouldn't mind.
It was getting late and Ben hadn't come home. Not even a call or a
message that he would be late. She rang Eddy and Eve, but they didn't
know of Ben's whereabouts. She decided to have some of the beef
carbonnade and took one of the rolls from the basket. But she wasn't
hungry, she had lost her appetite in worry. She stayed up all night
waiting, she couldn't go to sleep. Her husband was now very late.
In the morning she rang her office to say she wouldn't be in today, but
if anybody rang ask them to call her at home. She rang Ben's office, but
they hadn't heard from him and he was already late for a meeting.
She then contacted the police. They said it was too early to report him
as a missing person. But they made a note of his details and description.
She then rang the hospital, but no record of Ben, or a man of his age and
description having been treated or admitted.
*****
The police road traffic accident report recorded the victim as an unknown
woman. By the time the mortuary had identified the victim as an unknown
man the erroneous police report had been uploaded. When the report was
eventually corrected, it was too late for Ben's missing person
investigation. The Police had other priorities.
Betty never gave up waiting for her late husband.
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