I was always fascinated with girl clothing for as long as I can remember. When I was 8 years old, I was wearing my big sister's nightgowns and panties and high heels whenever I was home alone. But, I put all that behind me when was in my 20s and eventually married. Then on the night of our second anniversary, she came out to me as a lesbian. After much anguish, she agreed to make me into her lesbian lover. I jumped at the opportunity. Within a year, I was the wife and she was the husband. I kept my legs shaved, my toenails painted, and wore lingerie around the house while she wore boxer short with a big strapon underneath. She taught me how to walk in 4-inch heels, how to sit like a woman and, most importantly, how to feel like a woman. She loved to watch me suck her cock while she talked dirty to me. It drove me crazy when she would pull my panties down because I knew she was going to fuck me.

(I'll write more about this later)