Uncles Surprising Acceptance and a Forbidden Crossdressing Encounter with a Family Member Uncle Bert asked me one day outright if i was a crossdresser. I suppose my effemininity and the fact i'd been growing my hair gave the game away. I confessed that i was, blurting out that I’d liked doing it for ages in secret, & had a small collection of items. I expected some huge fallout, but this info seemed to please him! I continued with my nervous explanation, & that i found it difficult at home being who i felt I truly was. "Anytime you wanna get away and, y'know, dress up, you can stay at mine" he said. This came as a bit of a suprise to me, but I talked a little more about my secret, feeling good that I could confide in someone. As I went to Leave, Uncle said again that if I wanted to, I could be myself here at his. Over the next few days I thought long and hard about what he had said. I decided that I did want to take Uncle up on his offer, & gave him a call. He said to come round early on Saturday, & I tied myself up in knots about what to wear. I eventually decided to go with a demure look; a blue satiny summer dress that was knee length, & some black, strappy heeled sandals. I also decided to pair this up with some 15 denier sheer-to-waist tights (pantyhose) in a natural tan, which had a sandal toe seam, & then some plain black satin tanga panties over the top. I was awake extra early on Saturday, primping & preening myself, then I nervously took myself off to his. He opened the door to me, & said I could go upstairs to change from my tracksuit, & that I didn’t have to be around him if I didn’t want to be. I said that he didn’t have to tiptoe around me, & that I’d be down shortly to be with him. He smiled at this, & he had a wicked glint in his eye. …the next moment changed everything
