Stef:
Things had gone far better than I
could have imagined after telling Doris my "Deep, Dark Secret." The next step was
for Doris to meet Stef, in the flesh so to speak. I had shown her my photo album with no
repercussions but I was again concerned about the meeting. In my gender readings I had often
come across the phrase, "My wife is understanding, but she doesn’t want to see me
dressed." My ex-wife often had similar feelings. She knew about it, didn’t often
discourage it, but didn’t much care for the times that I was dressed and would often sling
snide remarks about how I looked. So my concern was legitimate although ultimately unfounded
in my relationship with Doris.
Cross dressing is a lot like comedy, timing is everything and I had to ensure I didn’t flood
Doris with too much information, too many sights, smells or sensations. I didn’t want her to
think that all I ever thought about was being dressed as a woman. I had already been
registered for Fall Harvest ‘94 and as we didn’t have much time together, I figured to kill
two birds with one heel. I’d drive to Cedar Rapids and she could drive down from her place
after work. We would then spend the weekend together and she could get to know Stef. If it was
something she couldn’t handle, then she could drive back home. She went for the idea and I
booked a spouse/partner ticket for her to Fall Harvest.
Thursday night I did my nails and started packing. As usual I couldn’t decide what to wear or
what to bring with me and this was further complicated by the fact that, more than anything, I
wanted to look nice for my babe. I didn’t want to go too far out on her and scare her, so I
abandoned the "hooker from hell" look and steered more towards the classy clothes
section of my closet. I started out for Cedar Rapids early Friday morning with a trunk full of
suitcases. "Steve" drove (because Stef doesn’t have her driver’s license) and I held
my hands, with their long red fingernails, below the dash for the entire 4-1/2 hour drive.
Usually when I drive on long trips I get a lot of thinking done, things that I had meant to
pay attention to but never did, pop into the front of my brain on long trips. But not this
time. My nerves were raw again. The "what-ifs" were once again in control of me. I
contemplated that the worst that could happen was that if she couldn’t stand to see her
boyfriend in a dress and she decided to go back home, I would change my clothes and follow
her. I would have rather spent the weekend with her than with Stef anyway.
I got to the hotel, made three or four trips to the trunk of my car and decided I had better
start getting ready. Doris was expected between 6:30 and 7:00 so that left only 3 or 4 hours
to get completely ready. I fiddled with make-up, clothes, hair and jewelry. I changed several
times until I finally got as good as I was going to. About 6:45 I was waiting in our room for
her to arrive, I looked out the window and down onto the parking lot and could see her car
with her still sitting in the front seat. She sat there for almost 10 minutes before the car
door opened. I thought that she must really be having a hard time getting up the nerve (it
turned out she was doing her make-up). Finally the knock on the hotel room door. Shaking, I
opened the door and could I tell from the look in her eyes that everything would be all right.
And it has been ever since. Her love and support mean the world to me and given a little
foresight I should have known that this incredible woman wouldn’t have any problems with her
boyfriend also being her girlfriend.
Doris:
Shortly after Steve had told me
about Stef (but not before our nerves and stomachs were back to so called normal, and our
unwarranted fears were put to rest), I told him that I would like to meet Stef sometime. I
could see the light come on in his eyes; he said he had a plan. Steve had already told me
about the RCGA and the yearly events that are held in which spouses and significant others are
openly welcome and encouraged to attend. Fall Harvest ’94 was in the wings, and Steve had made
his reservations. He asked me to attend, only if I felt comfortable doing so, and I readily
accepted his invitation.
Since I was still living in Eastern Iowa, I would drive to Cedar Rapids after work on
Friday and meet Stef at the hotel. Now some of you may be thinking that introducing your S.O.
to your femme self would probably be better done in the privacy of each other’s company,
rather than at a social gathering of cross dresser, etc. However, the idea of meeting others
who belonged to an elite group of people of which Steve was a part of, would possibly give me
better insight into a world that was so new to me. During the drive, I was a bundle of nerves
and anticipated excitement. My mind was racing with questions, my emotions energized. How
would I react? Would I be privately and publicly embarrassed being seen with Stef? I had an
hour and a half drive to torture myself with thoughts and feelings that were for naught.
The next thing I knew I was taking a deep breath while knocking on the hotel room door. The
door slowly opened, with no on in sight - Stef was standing behind the door! I stepped in,
turned and standing before me was not a stranger but my best friend, my lover, my soul mate.
The transformation was mind boggling, beautiful. Stef was beautiful (but nervous as hell!)!
The room looked like a scene from Twister had just been filmed. With my twenty years of daily
makeup and dressing for work, I was quite comfortable in these surroundings. We hugged and
kissed, and then I was asked what I thought, "WOW!" After convincing Stef that I was
quite comfortable, I went to my car to retrieve my luggage (someone was too nervous to go with
me), after which we proceeded to the bar for a drink.
The evening was wonderful, as well as the dinner and talent show the following night. The
elite group of people I met were just that - elite - people being themselves and accepting
each other. That weekend I met an intriguing part of Steve - the same person, same warmth and
kindness, same caring and loving. The same person - my bestest friend, my soul mate, my lover.
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