A nice dress...

"Hello darling, I hear you had an interesting night"

I can't look her in the eyes. Despite myself, I feel ashamed that my most secret desires are out in the open. I am not sure where this leads. Will Helen still want to be with me. Does she understand or is she disgusted? Will she leave me?

"Sit down darling. Lets talk"

And we did, for a long time. I shared that our play had awoken something in me, that I had not acknowledged in myself. I felt a desire to be feminine, to be girly, to be loved as a woman. No, I didn't want a sex change, I enjoyed my cock. Yes, I still loved Helen and wanted to be with her - she was the centre of my world. But I wanted to live as a woman.

Se was understanding. She was beyond understanding. She loved me, and if she was honest it turned her on the idea of being with a feminine partner who still had a cock and could make love to her. She did enjoy the cuckold lifestyle but she felt this was an even more exciting journey that we could go on together.

We talking all through the morning. We had lunch continuing our conversation, and then into the early afternoon. I felt accepted. The conversation was beyond my wildest dreams in terms of her understanding and her compassion. I felt loved. I felt safe.

Eventually, she took my hand in hers, looked deep into my eyes and asked: