Dear Laura,

I agree, that this story went too fast. Your first two stories are beautiful. Perhaps this is a recap of what actually happened and your previous story, "Makeover", is what should have happened. Every time that a cross-dresser comes out of the closet, the results are different There's no set formula. We transgerdered people have our dreams and we have our reality. That's why this, "Storysite," is so great. It's like going to a movie to escape from whatover. I still like your, "The Bet," best. I'd love to have a wife like that.

I hope all is okeh as you haven't written anything in over two years.

Susan

very fast into the story it appears to be rushed I would like a bit more breaking in for this story as to how and why this all happend and the end results

Laura, this was to be an e-mail, but you must have changed your e-mail address.
Dear Laura,
    Is "At the Supermarket" your story?  Because it sure is mine, only the ending hasn't happened yet.  I, too, looked in a mirror enfemme one day and fell in love with the woman I saw.  I dressed for five years and it was wonderful.  Everybody knew/knows I was a crossdresser and a female impersonator (I act both drab and enfemme.) and I would go almost everywhere enfemme.   I can honestly say I never had a bad experience while enfemme, and as far as I know, I lost no friends because of it - except my best friend, my wife.  We had been operating - I thought quite well - on a don't ask, don't tell policy.
    Then, seven months ago, she told me how absolutely much she hated my dressing; I could physically feel the temperature in the room drop into the deep freeze.  I told her I would quit; how could I not.  I couldn't keep putting her in such pain.  I haven't touched so much as a lipstick since, but I'm a bomb waiting to explode.  I can't think about anything else and it's beginning to affect my work; it's certainly affecting my relationship with my wife as I ride a rollercoaster from intense love to intense resentment every day.  I keep pretending I'm happy and adjusting so she'll be happy, and neither of us talks about it because we are both scared to death about what could happen if we really start.  I really really love her but resent that every good thing about me seems outweighed for her by the fact that I'm a crossdresser.  I truely believe she'll leave me if i start to dress again or. worse, she'll stay and our home will be a permanent deep freeze.  I love what she hates.  I don't know what I'm going to do, but things are going to happen shortly because I don't think I can keep up the act much longer.
   You certainly wrote my story.  I hope it doesn't end like yours, but I'm scared.  Maybe I will show it to my wife.
                   Hugs, Jezzi Belle Stewart
PS - I also write TG fiction, and my work is at crystal's site and Fictionmania.  Writing was supposed to be the substitute for dressing that would keep me sane, but more and more lately I'm getting, "You spend too much time on that damn computer!"   It doesn't really work as a substitute anyway.

Best written most poignant 19K I have read on this site. Thanks.

I loved the story.  It's so real and that's what I liked
about it the most.  The magical transformations and the "Oh and I'm only 5 feet % inches 125lbs stories are so unreal.  And the bagger with the gapping look.  Been there...done that.  Keep up the good work.

OK,

I think the story is written very well in that I can read and understand it without having to work.

Is this story true? If it is, this really scares me. My wife always said she'd leave if she found out. She found out a long time before I knew it though. I just don't push it. Your story hits my fears. thanks and good luck.