I’m about to live out a dream I’ve carried for years — my crossdressing housewife fantasy.
Not secretly.
Not rushed.
Just fully, openly, and honestly stepping into that role for the first time.
While my wife is away leading a summer workshop, I’ve set aside time for myself too. And I plan to spend a few of those days living as Michelle. For real.
A Crossdressing Housewife Fantasy (That’s Not About Sex)
This isn’t about kink. Not this time.
There’s been this soft, persistent dream in my head — the fantasy of being a crossdressing housewife. Not in a bedroom sense. Just… waking up, getting dressed, and taking care of a home. Showing love through chores, through care, through consistency. Doing all the little things my wife usually carries with such grace.
So I’m going to clean. Like, really clean.
I’ll organize, scrub, and tackle the stuff we always put off.
And I’ll be doing it as Michelle — not as a role, but as myself.
Why Being a Crossdressing Housewife Matters to Me
My wife holds so much for our family. She keeps the house running, the kids moving, the emotional energy balanced. This week is a chance to give something back — and maybe even understand her a little more deeply.
It’s not just about helping. It’s about stepping into a version of womanhood that I’ve always wanted to explore. Not performative. Just real.
Outfits, Errands, and Everyday Feminine Joy
Of course I’m planning a few cute outfits.
Something comfy but pretty for cleaning — and one look that’s meant for going out. I’m thinking a soft dress, a little body spray, and some simple jewelry. Maybe even a bottle of Love Spell, because why not?
A little luxury.
A little femme.
A lot of me.
My First Public Outing as a Crossdressing Housewife
This is the big one.
I’ve only gone out once before — at night, in a drive-through.
This time? Full daylight. Full errands. Full Michelle.
I’m planning to visit the city I grew up in, have lunch somewhere familiar, and maybe hit the mall. It might not sound like much. But for me? It’s massive. Terrifying. And really, really exciting.
Wanna read how my first public outing actually went?
It didn’t go according to plan — but I loved it. Read about it here.
No, I’m Not Neglecting My Family
Just to be clear: this isn’t me checking out.
I’ve made plans for quality time with the kids, and I’ll still be fully present for them. But I’ve also carved out solo time — like I’m still “at work.”
This little break is something I need in order to reset. Not just emotionally, but personally. As Michelle.
What I’ll Tell My Wife
This won’t be a secret.
She’ll see the clean house.
But she’ll also know I did it all as Michelle — not hiding, not pretending. I want her to know I did this for her, but also for me. That this crossdressing housewife experience made me feel closer, not farther.
Like I was showing up in a way that mattered.
💜 This is part of a 3-part series where I finally got to live out my crossdressing housewife fantasy. Wanna read the whole thing?
– Crossdressing Housewife Fantasy? I’m Living It Next Week
– Living as a Transgender Housewife for a Week—And Loving It
– I Told My Wife I Was a Transgender Housewife
4 Comments
Lynn Jones · May 24, 2025 at 12:41 pm
Good luck with the kids and getting the house in order. It still surprises me how quickly a piece can go from neat & tidy to OMG! 😁
As to the guilt thing; yes, been there as a parent – and that's nothing to do with trans stuff. It's that feeling you should be doing more for everyone in the house.
Buuut 🙂 I think it's important not to forget your needs too. Food, rest, sleep, and your own interests, because parents are people too 🩷
Michelle · May 24, 2025 at 2:48 pm
Lynn, this comment made me feel so seen. 💜Yes!! That guilt spiral is so real — even when it has nothing to do with gender stuff, just being a parent. But you’re absolutely right… we still deserve space to breathe and be.Thank you for the sweet reminder. I’ll be holding that with me this week. 🩷
Joanna Cole · May 25, 2025 at 7:34 pm
Sounds like a number of truly huge things going on all at once. I haven't read back through all your posts, but know that I am hoping things go well.
Going out as oneself for the first time, in daylight and without any desire to do anything but *live* and *be*, is a huge step. A liberating one. But a hard one to make, no matter the planning, and… yeah. Like Lynn says, it's important to have time as yourself with yourself. As a parent: yes, it's incredibly hard to balance that with… well, everything else.
I can relate, hard, to that desire to lean in, to be present, to go the mile in another's shoes.
Michelle · May 26, 2025 at 12:29 pm
Thank you. Seriously. That means a lot. 💜It really is a lot all at once, and I’ve definitely felt that mix of excitement and total vulnerability. Like… this isn’t about escaping anything. It’s about finally letting myself be without rushing or apologizing.And yeah, the balance is hard. Being a parent, a partner, and also someone who’s still figuring themselves out — it’s messy. But I want to lean in. I want to show up, even when I’m scared.