He could not believe that he was finally going to see her after all these years. Since his divorce, she had been all he could think of. He fantasized every day how it would be to see her again, make love to her again, and now the day had finally arrived. He could barely sit still.
He had decided that he would greet her at the door, dressed in his new leather micro mini skirt and his new leather corset. She knew that he liked to dress as a woman, but he did not know if she would still accept him the way she did in the past.
The fact that he was a transvestite had finally destroyed his marriage. He had been able to hide the fact from his wife for nearly 15 years, but, his urge to dress up had finally become too great for him to hide any longer. He told his wife.
He was nervous. His hands were shaking as he lit yet another cigarette.
When he did, you would have though that he had told her that he had been cheating on her; she went crazy. Six months later they were sitting across from each other in her lawyer's office signing the divorce papers. Nearly 15 years down the tubes because she refused to listen or try to understand him.
She would be here any minute.
His friends, most of them, had stood by him during the divorce; some even knowing the reason his wife had left him. It was one of his friends that had told him that they had seen her in the local grocery store, putting the first thought in his mind of getting back together with her. As he searched for information about her and how to get in contact with her, he discovered that she to had recently divorced and was now living in the same town.
His heart jumped as he watched her pull into the driveway.
He had been able to get her number from a person he knew at the phone company, her number was unlisted, and had worked up the courage to call her a few weeks after his divorce had been finalized. By that time he was dressing as a woman nearly every day after work and all day on the weekends. In a short amount of time he had purchased an extensive collection of clothes for himself, along with make-up, perfume and his new pride, a long light brown curly wig, made of real human hair. The wig had cost him nearly a month's pay, but when he first put it on, the way he looked and the way it made him feel about himself, made the cost seem trivial.
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