This is a recollection of a night in the mid- 80's.
I have been a crossdressing sissy since i was very young. My wife was very aware and supportive of my Dressing and Bi-sexuality since before we were married. That being said Here's the story.
I was 21 and a drummer in a band in South Florida in the Golden era of hair bands so my hair was down to my waist and easy to achieve a feminine style. I was 5'8" 125 Lbs. and except for my head completely hairless.
One Friday night my wife and I had planned a night out at a well known Gay Club. She had chosen for me to wear a white chiffon blouse, pink flared micro skirt, 2" wide black belt, matching pink satin bra panties and garter belt with white stockings and black lace socks with ruffled tops with 3" pink stiletto pumps.
She styled my hair into high pig tails. And did my makeup. She used light pink and blue eye shadow lots of eye liner and bright pink lipstick. I looked like i walked out of a music video.
As we grabbed our purses to leave the phone rang and it was her mother who lived a few miles away, "saying she had fallen and needed her help."
As it wasn't that serious and i was already dressed she told me to go without her and have a great time. so off i went.
At the club i danced all night and had an all around good night. Around 1 A.M. I called home and my wife answered and told me her mother was fine and she was going to bed and she'd see me in the morning.
The club was closing at 2 A.M. when the Valet brought my car which was a very distinct Trans-Am I tipped him and drove off.
About 5 minutes into the 30 minute drive my car was overheating and I was stuck on the side of the highway. I looked under the hood and determined the belt had broken.
So here I was leaning over my engine my panties in full view when a car pulled over and was reversing to where I was, it stopped and the door opened and someone yelled my wife's name and my heart sunk as i recognized the voice as our friend Mike, with whom I worked with.
