My wife doesn't believe I'm a sissy maid

It was our normal evening routing. My wife had gone to bed to watch some of her TV programs and I was left downstairs to watch my TV programs. As usual, I was soon logged onto FetLife, chatting with my sissy sisters and a few select men. I am a closeted crossdress, well a closeted sissy crossdress. I like satin and lace, maids dresses and bridal gowns. But my wife was yet to discover this.

That evening I was chatting with a guy, lets call him Roger. I'm a bit of a tease and a slut, so I was teasing him about me doing his laundry in a maids dress. Bending over and wiggle my ass at him. Then I hear my wife clearing her throat, she was standing right behind me, reading over my shoulder. I dropped my phone and jumped up. She asked if this is what I did with my time, pretending to be a girl and winding men up. She told me I was childish and should grow up. What could I say, I couldn't admit what I was doing, she noticed I hadn't even tried to defend myself. She said I couldn't be little gay faggot, there's no way I'd do anything with a guy. I remained silent. I'd finally been caught and my wife didn't believe me. Yes I was a gay little faggot, yes I wanted to suck cock, yes I wanted to be fucked by a stud. All of a sudden something in my head popped, I told her exactly what I was! Her response, to laughed and the she said prove it.

In a sissy rage, I pick up my phone and messaged Roger, telling him I could be with him in the hour if he give me his address and I'd give him the BJ of his dreams. A few minutes later I had Roger's address, I messaged him back to say my wife would be coming, but to ignore her. I tossed my phone to my wife so she could read the messages and headed upstairs for a shower. I quickly shaved my face and showered using my wife's body wash and shampoo. I dried as quickly as I could and grabbed my collect of women's clothes. I pulled out a black bra, panties, spender belt, stockings, my 42Ds and my favourite satin maids dress. I dressed as quickly as I could, partially to do it before I chickened out but also didn't want Roger to wait to long. Once dressed I looked in the mirror, then grabbed my wig, my wife's make-up and my heels, then went down stairs.