Earlier this week, my wife forced me to come out to her.
She came home from her 2nd shift nursing job (off at 11PM), and was giving me a hug and cuddling.
She noticed that I had shaved my legs again (she had a previous freakout about this).
She kept asking me why I did it, and I kept saying that I did it for myself.
She continued insistently, asking if I was having an affair.
I finally said, "No, I'm not having an affair. I am having gender problems!"
"What kind of problems?", crying.
I explained to her how I had never felt right as a male, and the historical footage rolled, etc. I told her I wanted to be a woman.
*sidenote: she flips out about the smallest things and I was sure this would not end well
In the end, she was just glad I wasn't leaving her.
We had a nice talk in the morning before I left for my 9-5 job and I explained that it wasn't like I was going to magically turn into a woman overnight, but that I was just now free to express a previously hidden part of myself. She asked, "Like David Bowie?" (I have been a huge fan since childhood, so YES)
I also added, "and Grace Jones."
She said Grace Jones was scary, and I mentioned to her that people might find me scary as well.
That night, she brought me a pair of stockings and a nightie/cami thing that had been left behind by a patient at her facility. It was such a sweet gesture.
I'm still not sure how things will turn out, but this went welly welly weller than expected!
I do plan on acquiring hormones and exploring transition. For now, though, I feel a great weight lifted. She won't be shocked to find my panties or other things, now.
Thanks for everything, SP!