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That he had nice legs, especiallynow that they were waxed smooth and Doreen's treatments had madetheir skin so soft, that he should show them off more. The neighbors saw a lot of my crossdressing sissy husband on those days: a strangeblonde woman impeccably made up, moving among our lawns and shrubsas if in a dream, combing the soil between plants.
I later learnedthat he'd once gone mall-shopping dressed in those same scantyshorts and halter -- one of our local wives sent a letter to theeditor of the neighborhood newspaper deploring a hussy she'd seenparading herself in and out of stores dressed that way.
Those mornings he'd always get a pill before I left forwork, if it wasn't a Saturday when I knew Doreen would be feedinghim one anyhow.
My crossdressing husband looked wickedly pleased when he showed it to me.
But most mornings he'd awaken zestful, choose an outfit for the day-- casual, sporty, or dressy -- and do things I'd read aboutafterward. When I looked into it, as I did regularly, it became obvious thathe was now actively seeking out womanly experiences and enjoyingthem, diligently doing his research for his book.
We'd always shared the housework, but sincehe had more time available, he took it all over, as he had lastsummer too. Iguessed it was on his "I was a woman for three months" project.
Ihoped so, because that would give his new life legitimacy in hisown eyes.
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