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Stef & Doris She Said...She Said

Chapter Two: The Meeting

by Stef & Doris Matthews

[TG couples have many unique events and a unique perspective on happenings in their lives together, some things many non-TG couples never have to deal with. Therefore, this series is offered to help other TG couples understand different approaches to "our" singular problems…from both perspectives.]
Subscribers can read Ch. 1

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.



COMING NEXT MONTH...Chapter Three: Getting To Know You.

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