This is one of the most frequent questions on the web about the subject. And quite honestly? Because he likes it.

The answer may be perhaps too flat for you at this point. I can understand that. But look: I love women and would never dream of doing anything with a man. I find women simply beautiful and aesthetic – especially mine. And coupled with a great character and a fulfilling partnership, there’s nothing that makes me doubt not being into women. And yet I am passionate about wearing women’s clothes.

Currently, however, very hidden and private. Except both our families, nobody knows about it. And my father has seen me appear only “masculine” until today. At classic events for dressing up, like carnival and Halloween, there I kidnap partly daring and also absolutely hot parts from the other area of my closet. If publicly, then rather for me in the hidden. After all, only I know what I wear underneath.

The question for you at this point is rather: how do you find it that your husband does that, why and what exactly bothers you about it and how do you deal with it now?

When I told my partner, about two years of our wonderful relationship had already passed. I did not intend to tell her. But it came as it had to come. And in an absolute place of persona, disguise and masking it happened.

We were in a big German city and we were sitting in the anteroom of the big theater hall. A bar or pub. And we were going through our heads, besides one or the other beer and cocktail, quite a lot of topics. We spoke about closer ties, moving in together even more and many other things as well.

This evening was an absolute mental turning point and I felt even more attracted to this woman! And suddenly it was incredibly important to me that if she found women’s clothing at my house, please don’t assume it belonged to a woman. I wanted to address this topic actually only as a side note.

The play was then first of all an absolute side issue. It was great, no question. But we were suddenly so engrossed in conversation that we even forgot the start time. She wanted to know. The why, the when, and the how much and how often. How I feel and why I do it. But in an interested and open way.

It was inevitably the perfect setting. Almost like a movie where the protagonists meet for the first time and confide their deepest secrets.

In the end, it’s been part of not only my life but ours ever since. And believe it or not, the idea of this blog is not mine alone.

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