TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: Yule 2016
TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: Yule 2016
I am warm, soft and toasty this morning in my thong, silk panties, leggings, under shirt and fleece-lined thermals as a top layer. even as a skim of fresh snow blankets the prairie with single digit temperatures and harsh northern winds.
I added my new leopard-print skirt and earrings too. I love how soft, soft, soft the women's undergarments are on my skin and how light and comfortable they are compared to bulky and thick hated-bois garments. I love the earings getting cold and laying on my skin as I move. I love how may long hair flows in the wind.
I love that I have accepted being a gurl. And that my soul-mate, my wife of almost three decades has accepted it and me for who I am even though we haven’t really discussed it.
A brief catch-up is that she began to feel ill in the fall of 2014, she lost a lot of weight and we discovered stomach cancer in july of 2015 while doing a gall bladder surgery. Two major surgeries and 6 weeks later she came home and has to sleep in a hospital bed. Needless to say, we haven’t had marital relations for a long while.
There is also another medical issue she suffers from and since I cannot bear to see her in pain, I don’t push nor discuss the issue with her.
In that time-frame my inner-gurl has blossomed. I used to do all my crossdressing while she was at work. During her convalescence at home, I began shaving my body and growing out my hair. (I already was wearing thongs and panties daily.)
I have sex with myself and have during this entire span of time and I only cum hands-free, as a gurl, and have figured a way to cum on/(sometimes in) my pussy.
(I’ve described the method in an earlier blog post). I do this daily as it sort of “centers” me.
I was trying to do it while she was sleeping but one morning, worried I was late for work, she broke in on me just as I was placing my clitty into my hole.
We never discussed it.
In November, we discovered the cancer is back. She has a year, according to the cancer doctor, so this is probably her last Yule.
Although she hasn’t talked about it, I know that she has accepted my gurl and in fact, has started to assist me in finding the women’s thermals, leggings and shirts that I love and wear during the cold. I’ve quit trying to hide my thong and panties and she is always on the lookout for cute boots in my size.
I pretty much run around in leggings and these wonderful tops when I’m home and during hunting season, I just left my eyeshadow and liner on between hunts. So I am fortunate that she has accepted and loves me for who I am.
I find myself feeling pretty at times even.
She loves x-mas lights, but she is vehemently anti-religious. We both are not big fans of the uber-consumerism x-mas creates, so I came up with a “Cernunnos the Hunter” theme.
I used web-lights and them made a facsimile of the constellation (known as “Orion” to folks not of the Celtic Pagan faith) and then used a deer skull, lights, ribbons and a facsimile of the Celtic tri-goddess symbol for the goddess. I still have some work on it, but it’s coming along satisfactory.
Anyway we live one-day-at-a-time now. I know that in the fast approaching future, I will have a very big decision to make. But for now, I will dwell in our little universe of two.
Be good to your innergurl! She deserves it! May the goddess shine her face upon your path now and in the coming year.
Thanks for reading and letting me vent a bit. ~kisses~
Bri
I am warm, soft and toasty this morning in my thong, silk panties, leggings, under shirt and fleece-lined thermals as a top layer. even as a skim of fresh snow blankets the prairie with single digit temperatures and harsh northern winds.
I added my new leopard-print skirt and earrings too. I love how soft, soft, soft the women's undergarments are on my skin and how light and comfortable they are compared to bulky and thick hated-bois garments. I love the earings getting cold and laying on my skin as I move. I love how may long hair flows in the wind.
I love that I have accepted being a gurl. And that my soul-mate, my wife of almost three decades has accepted it and me for who I am even though we haven’t really discussed it.
A brief catch-up is that she began to feel ill in the fall of 2014, she lost a lot of weight and we discovered stomach cancer in july of 2015 while doing a gall bladder surgery. Two major surgeries and 6 weeks later she came home and has to sleep in a hospital bed. Needless to say, we haven’t had marital relations for a long while.
There is also another medical issue she suffers from and since I cannot bear to see her in pain, I don’t push nor discuss the issue with her.
In that time-frame my inner-gurl has blossomed. I used to do all my crossdressing while she was at work. During her convalescence at home, I began shaving my body and growing out my hair. (I already was wearing thongs and panties daily.)
I have sex with myself and have during this entire span of time and I only cum hands-free, as a gurl, and have figured a way to cum on/(sometimes in) my pussy.
(I’ve described the method in an earlier blog post). I do this daily as it sort of “centers” me.
I was trying to do it while she was sleeping but one morning, worried I was late for work, she broke in on me just as I was placing my clitty into my hole.
We never discussed it.
In November, we discovered the cancer is back. She has a year, according to the cancer doctor, so this is probably her last Yule.
Although she hasn’t talked about it, I know that she has accepted my gurl and in fact, has started to assist me in finding the women’s thermals, leggings and shirts that I love and wear during the cold. I’ve quit trying to hide my thong and panties and she is always on the lookout for cute boots in my size.
I pretty much run around in leggings and these wonderful tops when I’m home and during hunting season, I just left my eyeshadow and liner on between hunts. So I am fortunate that she has accepted and loves me for who I am.
I find myself feeling pretty at times even.
She loves x-mas lights, but she is vehemently anti-religious. We both are not big fans of the uber-consumerism x-mas creates, so I came up with a “Cernunnos the Hunter” theme.
I used web-lights and them made a facsimile of the constellation (known as “Orion” to folks not of the Celtic Pagan faith) and then used a deer skull, lights, ribbons and a facsimile of the Celtic tri-goddess symbol for the goddess. I still have some work on it, but it’s coming along satisfactory.
Anyway we live one-day-at-a-time now. I know that in the fast approaching future, I will have a very big decision to make. But for now, I will dwell in our little universe of two.
Be good to your innergurl! She deserves it! May the goddess shine her face upon your path now and in the coming year.
Thanks for reading and letting me vent a bit. ~kisses~
Bri
7 år sedan
