The genial professor was nowhere visiblein the tallish, brassy, flashily dressed blonde.Sometimes he went downtown to lookabout in upscale stores, as he put it to "simulate shopping,"trying to feel his way into women's thoughts and rhythms as theyengaged that recreational activity.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.See Cuckold Theoretics or the next few weeks I encouraged my crossdressing husband to think of our new arrangement as normal. Most evenings he'd report that there were no problems, people seemed to assume that's what he was.
He was always friendly, alwaysgrateful for their help, and I think secretly delighted that theyaccepted him as one of them.At night he watched the young womenin TV sitcoms to see which of their mannerisms he could imitate andmake his own.He developed the cutest ways of asking questions, orof indicating surprise, as if he too were a sprightly actress. He'd been such a lovely man, and now hewas becoming such a lovely woman!Once while crossing the quad one of his colleagues in Mathematicsmade a pass at him, inviting him to pass some time in his office,where my crossdressing cuckold husband knew there was a couch.My cuckold told him primly thathe never dated men, that he lived with another woman and dressedthis way only to please her, and that she was his partner for life. The man got flustered and practically fled, my cuckold told me. He often expressedannoyance at how bold and persistent some men could be, howirritating the intrusions on his attention.