Lookalike Girlfriend: Man Finds T-Girl Who Looks Like His Wife

Donna in the wife's outfit.

In the wide world of crossdressing the variety of ways people find to get ‘turned on’ never ceases to amaze me. It shouldn’t be so amazing. I grew up in an era where two of the most common sayings were ‘different strokes for different folks’ and ‘anything goes.’

I have experienced a lot of different turn-ons exhibited and/or asked for by the men and couples I have dated. So it usually doesn’t really surprise me when one of my friends relates a different kind of experience. However my new friend, Donna, still caught my interest when she related one of her first experiences going out and meeting someone as Donna.

First: a little background is in order. In her mid-50’s, Donna is a relatively new member of our sorority. As she described it she was always interested in women and the clothes they wear. Like most of us Donna liked to see a beautiful woman wearing a sexy outfit. She would also get turned on imagining herself in that same outfit. However, as Donna told it, for years she never had the opportunity to dress herself. That changed a few years ago when her wife started taking extended vacations visiting her sister in Florida while Donna stayed home in Canada.

“But what about your mother’s or sisters’ clothes when you were growing up or your wife’s?” I asked as she related her story to me. “Didn’t you like to slip in to something of theirs?”

“I’m not sure why but the thought of wearing the clothes of someone close to me never turned me on,” she replied. “Perhaps that’s why Ian’s proposal was so interesting to me.”

“Who is Ian?”

“He’s a guy in Ottawa that I met through an Internet contact site for crossdressers. He had replied to my ad. In fact his was the first reply I received. He said he liked that I looked a lot like his wife and that flattered me. At first we just exchanged simple messages. I guess we were just sounding each other out. I had never actually met another person while I was dressed as Donna and I was pretty nervous about the possibility.”

“We’ve all been there,” I commented, “what happened next?”

“At one point he told me that he wasn’t really interested in being with a CD but one of his greatest fantasies was to see and photograph a crossdresser wearing his wife’s clothes.”

“How did you react to that? It would have raised alarm bells in me.”

“I wasn’t worried one way or the other about him but the idea of wearing someone else’s outfits rather than something off the store rack: that really appealed to me! But at that time we were just chatting. I had no intention of meeting him. He lived in Ottawa and I was several hundred miles away. It was just nice to have someone with which to share messages. He sent me a photo of his wife and I must say that except of course that I was a bit taller we did look a lot alike. Our hair is the same style. I liked her taste in clothes.”

“So he picked you for your looks?”

Donna gave me a glance as if I’d just asked the dumbest question ever. “Of course he did and before you suggest he was stalking me be sure that others have suggested it and it was on my mind at the time.”

“Well what happened?” I was sure the story hadn’t ended there.

“This is what happened,” Donna said, reaching in to her purse to pull out several photos. Each showed two female figures standing side by side in almost the same pose. However the backgrounds were different. It was obvious that someone had ‘photoshopped’ the two girls to seem to be standing together.

“Which one is you?” I said with a slight grin. Donna just smirked at me so I continued, “how did you get from being closeted and never having met anyone as Donna to wearing outfits that an admirer provides for you?”

“For a while he was saying that I should go to Ottawa or he could come where I live and he could take some photos of me wearing his wife’s clothes. He said that was his only turn-on and that I would be safe with him. He wasn’t interested in sex with me. That was good as I was not interested in him but, as I said, the thought of wearing another woman’s clothes had always excited me.”

“Me too. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve got myself in trouble for looking at another woman and my partner assumed I wanted to be with her when I just wanted to be in the dress she was wearing.” Donna nodded in agreement but I was mindful we were drifting away from her story. “So how did it play out?” I asked.

“Nothing happened for a while. My wife was around so I couldn’t get out from home and I wasn’t going to spend the time and money to go to Ottawa just to have my picture taken. But then the stars aligned. I had been chatting on-line with members of the Ottawa transgender support group. Their president convinced me to go up there to meet with her and some of the other girls. We would go out to dinner and have a great time.”

“Gender Mosaic? They are great, aren’t they,” I commented thinking of the fun times I’d had with Sophia, their president, Danielle and others.

Again getting back to her story Donna replied, “Soon it was all set. I told my wife I had to go to Ottawa for a couple of days of meetings and I sent Ian a message that I would be in town.”

“Did he come to your hotel room? Were you nervous?”

“The first time I was way too nervous for him to come to the room and he was nervous, too. We arranged to meet in a parking lot. He gave me a bag containing the clothes he wanted me to wear and gave me pictures so I would know how to pose. I took everything back to my hotel room, dressed in his wife’s outfits, took the photos, then at the end of the day returned the camera and clothes back to him.”

“I hope he paid you big time for this service.”

“No, I wasn’t interested in the money. It was something I enjoyed doing too much to ask to be paid for it. All I wanted was for him to send me copies when he had the photos put together. As you can see he came through.”

“What does he do with the photos? Does he show them to his wife?”

“Hell no! He says she would kill him if she knew he’d done this. I know he keeps the photos and for all I know he uses them to play with himself but I’m not sure.”

I smiled and looked at the photos again. “You do look a lot alike but why when you and she are wearing the coat you look about the same size but in that dress you look a lot taller than her.” I said pointing to one of the other photos.

Donna shops for her own clothes.

“It’s all about zee camera and body angles, dahling,” said Donna as she launched in to an impromptu impersonation I think meant to be of Yousf Karsh the late world famous Ottawa portrait photographer, “the coat photo show it like it is. With the dress she was photographed from above which made the dress look longer. For that shot I could only place the camera on a chair. The low angle made the dress look shorter on me.”

‘Wow,’ I thought as I looked at the photos then I said out loud, “you learn something new every day.” I determined to always try to take my photos from above. “Can you send me copies of these photos? I’d like to write something about this. I’ll block out her face”

Donna promised to send me the coat photo but not the others. “You see that he was not concerned with the background in his wife’s photos. There are some pretty identifiable family items in the background. She could be identified by the artwork on the walls.”

“I know what you mean. Some of my best photos I can’t show because they have a replica of the Stanley Cup I won with the Red Wings,” I said with a wink. Donna’s jaw dropped a bit but before she could say anything I continued, “So have you seen him again? Now that you are going to Ottawa regularly, is he part of your itinerary?”

“I see him pretty regularly. The truth is he gets turned on by getting these photos and I get turned on wearing another woman’s outfits. To me there is something really erotic about wearing garments that belong to another woman. Things have progressed to where I won’t need to get a hotel room in Ottawa. From now on while she is at work I’ll be going directly to their home so I can be posed in exactly the same spot as the original photo was taken.”

I had to interject, “but is he really not worried about being found out. I once lived with a woman who was about my size. I started wearing skirts and blouses out of her closet. Then one day I heard her accusing her daughter of wearing her freshly cleaned blouse without her permission. She could tell by the smell that someone had been wearing it. I was the guilty party but fortunately for me that day I’d also borrowed a spray of her daughter’s perfume. The suspicion went elsewhere but that was the last time I took her clothes from the closet. I started raiding the laundry hamper”

“Well he doesn’t seem to be worried about being caught,” Donna replied. However she did not say how he stayed undetected.

“Well you’ve convinced me. How soon can you set it up so I can be his model?” I asked with a smile.

“Sorry girl. I have an exclusive contract and I’m not sharing,” came the equally smiling reply.

Donna and I moved on to talking about other things but not before I got her to promise to send me the coat photo by e-mail. “If I can’t share your man I’ve got to share your story with the girls at TGForum,” I insisted.

“Sure, but tell me one thing: you didn’t really play for the Red Wings, did you?” Donna asked.

“I did but just not the Detroit Red Wings. I played for the Red Wings in our pee wee hockey league back home. We won the league championships,” I smiled.

So, girls, there is Donna’s story. I hope you enjoyed it. Now get out there and enjoy yourself!

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