Josh smiled from the couch, wearing my black panties and stockings.
“You’re home early”, he said.
“Ummmmm…..I brought dinner, but spaghetti can wait.”
I placed my purse and the groceries on the counter and sat on the couch, next to Josh. We stared at each other for a few moments, as I waited.
“Josh, I’m not mad. You’re my best friend”, I said quietly.
Secret sissy in panties…..
“I knew in junior high”, he began. “At first I fought it, denied it to myself, to my parents. When high school started, I couldn’t tell anyone, not even you. I played football, I dated girls….and I had a crush on the quarterback. I did little things in private, alone. I played with makeup, I wore panties. Told the guy at the mall I was buying them for you! Truth is, I wasn’t the big, strong guy that played football. I was the sissy pretending to be strong, feeling awkward in the locker room.”
I listened intently. But as I was sitting there, I started to think back, and it began to make sense. Josh and I had tried to date our Sophomore year, and it had been a dismal failure. I had always assumed that it was me. But as I thought back to the girls that I saw him with in school, he had always seemed disconnected from them, too.
From Josh to Sissy Jennifer…..
“I really struggled for awhile. Told myself that I was straight, and just a crossdresser. But I like guys, and that’s the truth. That’s why none of my relationships with girls ever worked out.”
I didn’t need to hear anymore. He didn’t have to justify himself to me, although just talking about it seemed to be a relief to him. I hugged him, and told him that I loved him, that nothing had changed. I truly felt that way. No matter what he wore, he was still my Josh, and it was ok with me.
The rest of that night faded into what was probably a pretty good spaghetti dinner and eventual sleep. I say it this way because I do not remember. It was not memorable.
What WAS memorable was how my relationship with Josh changed that night. We turned a corner, and we’ve been traveling ever since.
That was a little over 10 years ago. Josh is still my friend, although he has since come out to his family and prefers to be called ‘Jennifer’. I see Jennifer on a regular basis. She and I bond over Italian food and talk into the wee hours, just like we used to. Nothing has changed.
I write about sissies because I know them. I cannot understand first-hand, but I can love them through anything.
