Outside, he tries to act like a man but in the house, my husband is a flaming queen. is a flaming queen. He has been crossdressing for years, and always kept it a secret—until tonight. It may have been cruel but, for his total happiness, I decided to “OUT” my husband. I invited some neighborhood wives over to get a look at the real man I married. When he got home from work, he went straight to the bedroom to get into his female attire for the night. He came into the kitchen wearing a satin nightgown and one of his many wigs. He is quite good with doing his makeup and he looked totally feminine. He takes extra care to make sure his lipstick is on perfectly. He said it turns him off to see other crossdressers with sloppy makeup, especially their lipstick. Unknown to my husband, I had invited some friends over that night. When the doorbell rang he was stunned as a line of women he knew, walked past him, shaking their heads in disgust. He ran to our bedroom and called for me. He was nearly in tears when I went into our room and explained that it was time for him to give up his secret. Besides, I told “All of these women promised NOT to tell their husbands. Now come on out in the kitchen and make some drinks for us. As we walked down the hall, I told my husband I had another surprise for him later. When he asked what it was, I told him I was going to find out how much of a woman he really wanted to be. He looked confused and so, I didn’t tell him that I had paid a male stripper to come by and use my sissy husband like a whore. I also didn’t tell him that all our friends had brought their cameras to film the action. Tonight, I was going to learn the truth. Did my husband only like the softness of feminine clothes against his body or, was he gay deep inside. I was going to find out. Did he really want to be a complete woman. Would he submit like a woman and allow this hard-bodied male to use his body in every feminine way? The evening went along fine. After the wives had seen him, my husband’s embarrassment left him and he became, “just one of us girls.” Then the doorbell rang again. My husband was in the kitchen, but I heard him gasp when this tall, muscular, Hispanic walked in. After introducing him to my friends, I called for my husband to come and meet our guest. Hector wasted no time. He took me in his strong arms and kissed me. He clamped his hands on my behind and pulled me tight against him. Then he slowly began pushing me down to the floor. I think my wife always knew. I had been here before. I knew what to do next.