After 2 years living in an open and caring relationship one might assume there weren't any niches left unattended or unlighted. I never was sure about it, since I've learned to expect the unexpected over the years. I've learned to love the baffling depths of human nature that lies behind the façade of my sweethearter's "normal" appearance for sure. I have no idea if other persons ever were allowed to develop this colorful personality or were forced to adept to the binding rules of our society until they became a boring member themselves. I know for sure I suffered this fate since I even couldn't imagine anymore that there might exist a different way of mental and sexual life. Until I met my man with the spade...

If you've read our former blog entries, you probably have detected one or the other indicator of some more niches that still lay ahead of me and waited to be enlightened and included in our lives. Today I know why I sometimes had this vague feeling I haven't reached the depths of my lover's soul by far. Back then I couldn't compose the enigmatic pieces of the jigsaw, I saw them, I even recognized them, but I wasn't able to read them, yet.

Until one particular weekend when I asked him if he liked me to dress in sexy lingerie or daring fetish clothes, since he couldn't stop caressing my clothed body and since he couldn't stop fucking me non-stop. He not only confirmed my impression, he even went on and confessed that he liked to wear wispy lingerie or female fetish clothes like bras, corsets or stockings himself.

That's when it dawned on me where the missing pieces of the puzzle fit: the female clothes in the hidden closets, most of them too large for a woman to wear; the wild and uninhibited fucking during this first night in the hidden chamber while being clad in female rubber clothing; the pics of beautiful crossdressers on his HD; his never ending horniness when I was dressed like a slutty girl.

And it didn't end just there, I simply had to put one and one together now that my blindness was gone. Now it even made sense that he liked me to wear high heels and boots, but not those stored in the hidden closet in the hidden chamber. Those were men sized, and those were strappy sandals and thigh high boots you might expect hookers to enter the stage, some of them were not even meant to walk in due to their incredible high heels (later I learned they are called ballet boots).

My beloved soul mate and fuck buddy obviously was a transvestite, a crossdresser, a sissy - I had no idea how to call it, and I had no idea how to deal with it.

It took only a couple of minutes to digest these new shocking revelations. As usual we tried to talk about the new situation, and as usual we came to a very simple conclusion: don't ponder the pros and contras endlessly, simply try it.

To tell the truth, I had a rather mixed feeling when I clothed him in his beloved lingerie. Somehow I felt jealousy because I wasn't the only one clothed in sexy outfit, on the other hand I enjoyed it to the max to dress another "girl" in his sexy outfit (after all I'm a sales girl in a clothing shop). And finally I enjoyed watching his steel hard girl cock under the black nylon. What's a girl to do: watching? No way, I longed for that cock, and I couldn't believe what I experienced, I guess his cock had never been that long and thick and hard before and my cunt had never felt that tight and raw when he reached my very depths.

This very night I experienced something completely unexpected: We couldn't stop making love wearing our beloved lingerie, and when I use the term "making love", I use it in the sheer sense. Pretty soon I got the impression I made love to another girl. There was tenderness, long kissing, copious fondling, sparkling touches and rustling rubbing of nylon from head to toe. And there was whispering and smiling and laughing and licking and smooching. If there had not been this never ceasing cock... Is there something like having a lesbian affair with a man?

Today I wouldn't want to miss our lesbian affair for all the money in the world. I not only learned to tolerate my lover's crossdressing fetish, I love him dressed en femme since the variations imaginable are almost countless: the traditional MF combination, the new found FF combination, the still to be illustrated FM combination - and what about the MM or other combinations like MFM, MFF, MMFF, M++F, MF++, MFT, MFTT???