Rainy Monday

What's a girl to do on a rainy Monday off from work? What would a normal, red-blooded dude do? I have no idea! But what I would (and did) do is slip into some glossy pantyhose, a tight skirt and some shiny shoes, then go out about the town!

My sweet little doggy had an appointment with the vet today (just an annual checkup, don't worry -- she's healthy as a horse), so I decided to let Marika take her. Everyone at the veterinary clinic was super nice. I know they were checking out my legs, and why not? I have some very nice legs!

After my baby's exam, I stopped at the UPS store to send off a package. Once again, had I  not known that I was wearing these lovely feminine things, I wouldn't have been tipped off by anyone else. This is EXACTLY what I fantasize about. Me, wearing whatever I'm comfortable with, mixing with the public, with nary a word being said one way or another.

The more often I engage in these little adventures, the more confident I am and the more it seems like a non-issue. I dearly love walking about in femme things, and welcome the world at large to notice, but in the same way they'd notice an interesting haircut or a particular bit of jewelry. If they like it, they should feel free to say so. If not, they should feel free to move on with their day.

Every bold step into the public eye proves more and more that most people simply don't care. I like that. That's my dream.

Anyway, enough of my prattling. Would you like to see what I wore to the vet and the UPS store? OK, here it is:

 

Sorry about the flash in these photos. I was trying to show off the gloss of these pantyhose, but ended up looking ridiculous instead. This was the first Lularoe skirt I ever bought. I love how it hugs my legs and when I saw the geometric pattern, I just had to have it. I've since bought 2 more of the same style (Lularoe calls it "Cassie"), and I'm sure I'll buy plenty more.

Here I am outside, still trying to show off the gloss on my legs. The sunlight is not cooperating!! Just take my word for it, these tights are super glossy.

Finally, a gratuitous full-body selfie. My selfie stick needs to be charged, so I'm stuck taking this photo the old fashioned way. I'll try again later to get a good full-body shot. Maybe my selfie stick will cooperate at some point...damn these rainy Mondays!

New shoes!!

I hope you all aren't getting tired of me obsessing over girly things. It's kinda what I do!

Anyhoo, I went a little bonkers last week ordering new shoes. 6 new pair, in fact. As I mentioned in the last post, I also bought a whole bunch of skirts and a new top last Sunday, with my ex-brother-in-law, Bill. It seems I've caught the shopping bug, and I've succumbed to it willingly and happily.

Oh, you want to see the new shoes? Well, I've only taken photos of 3 pair, the 3 I think are the cutest and girliest. So let's dive right in...

 

First, these lovely flats from Payless. They're called "Tully smoking flats" for whatever reason. I like them because they're flats and because they're super shiny (I'm such a sucker for shiny things!). They're super comfy and I don't think they look half bad on me.

Next up, a pair of basic ballet flats, also from Payless. These are a bit large on me, so I'll walk right out of them if I'm not careful. They are, however, very cute with their little buckles, so I'll keep them. I also bought a pair of dark purple / maroon ballet flats (not shown here), which fit much better, but I don't really have an outfit to wear them with, so I'll show photos of them another time.

Let's look at the last pair (my favorite out of the bunch)...

These are also from Payless. They're called "Trina block heeled sandals," and they're THE BOMB. The block heel makes it easy to walk in them, compared to the stilettos I was wearing last week. Super comfy and cute, I think they were a great buy.

The Trina's came in the mail a few days ago, and I had to run to the JC Penney store at the local mall to pick up the last 2 pair I bought last week (some awesome black booties and a pair of wedge sandals), so I slipped into a pair of Platino Cleancut 15 glossy pantyhose, one of the Lularoe Cassie skirts I bought last week, and my gorgeous new Trina's, hopped in the car and drove to the mall. 

Walking through JC Penney made me more nervous than I expected. I walked from the entrance to the checkout area, only to learn that the "online purchases" desk was on the opposite side of the store.

So I walked, in my heels, to the opposite end of the store. Everything was going really well. I even passed by a couple of women shopping for shoes. Neither said anything, so onward I strode.

Once at the pickup counter, I had no choice but to swallow my nervousness. After confirming my identity with the lady at the counter, she shuffled off to find my new shoes, leaving me standing at the counter. Not long after, two women showed up to pick up their online orders. There I stood, skirt, nylons & heels on display for all to see, trying to play it off like everything was normal. I think I did alright, so I went back to the car.

I intended to go to a local thrift store (I know, I know!) to look for a purse (I've been carrying a fanny pack around and it's just not filling the bill), but I chickened out at the last moment and drove home.

Interesting side note - driving in heels, especially in a 5-speed Saturn, is much more challenging than driving in work boots or sneakers. Keep that in mind, boys and girls.

So that's my crossdressing adventure for this morning. I hope you enjoyed reading about it!

Sunday Fun Day

Larissa drove down to Madison to attend a food festival with a friend of hers (about a 90 minute drive each way), giving me time to let Marika out for a bit, and Marika has become more and more fond of public outings!

First, I called up my brother-in-law (partner in crime would be more accurate) and told him I'd be free all afternoon if he wanted to hang out. Not to read too much into it, but the guy (I think I've been calling him Bill) really seems to enjoy spending time with me in my skirts and such. I'll just leave it at that.

Anyway, Bill comes over and I tell him I have a few errands to run. He offers to drive, so off we go. I was wearing a cream colored maxi skirt with a matching top over a white cami. I rounded out the ensemble with a pair of flip flops.

First, we stopped at a gas station to buy beer and cigarettes. I strolled confidently into the building, made my purchases, joked with the cashier about having nothing to wear, and made my way back to the car. That was the easy part. On to Walmart, to buy some toiletries. Bill parked about 3 blocks away from the entrance, maybe because he enjoys watching me draw strange looks as much as I do, maybe just because he likes the walk. Either way, everything went very well. After making my purchases at Wally World, I even stood outside the bathroom area, waiting for Bill to take care of some paperwork. I watched as one manly man after another walked by, with nary a look my way. My confidence was sky high.

Then it was on to the thrift store, where Marika went out of her mind, buying 6 new skirts (2 of which are Lularoe Cassie's (my absolute favorite) and a lacy top to go along with one of the skirts (a long grey and purple striped number with an open front).

Finally, we stopped by the jewelry store to return my fiancee's engagment ring (again) for repair. We must have stood in that jewelry store for half an hour before anyone came over to help. All the while, this tiny little girl, maybe a year old, kept toddling toward me despite the admonishments from her father to stay close to him. Finally, the lady took a look at the ring, showed it to the goldsmith, and declared that the broken bit was a manufacturer defect, thus they jeweler would have it repaired at no cost to me. I was relieved since the last time I brought the ring to them, the quoted me $50 for the repair.

After the jewelry shop, we headed back to my house, where I simply couldn't wait to try on my new purchases. I slipped out of my cream-colored outfit and into the grey/purple skirt and matching lace top. Under the skirt I wore the most wonderful silver metallic tights, which I just received from the UK. As a finishing touch, I climbed into my 5" platform stilettos and tottered out into the living room, to an approving look from Bill.

As I said, Marika likes to be seen, so it wasn't long before we found an excuse to venture outside. Bill likes to play this Pokemon Go game an awful lot, and he found a "gym" at the church 3 doors down from my house. As we walked by my neighbor's house, she looked up from the book she was reading and notice us. I explained that we were playing Pokemon Go, to which she replied, "you're certainly dressed for it." Touche, neighbor. Touche. At the church, with his Pokemon business concluded, Bill offered to take a photo of me to mark the occasion. Why not, right? So I pose....in front of the church marquee which reads, "all are welcome." I wonder how true that is....

Anyway, here's the photo he took. Try not to stare for too long, as it may burn your eyes.

Second Outing in a Week

It looks like Larissa is taking rather large "baby steps" toward acceptance of my crossdressing. Last night we drove to Milwaukee to see the Temptations perform at the Wisconsin State Fair. At home, before we left for the 2-hour drive to Milwaukee, Larissa asks why I don't just wear my sandals. I remind her that we're going to a place with a lot of people, some of whom will be drunk and may say something rude about the guy with the pink toenails. She says she doesn't care and that she won't know anyone at the state fair anyway.

The evening was fun and the Temptations put on a terrific show. I caught a man doing a double-take at my feet, but he said nothing. Outings like this are excellent in helping Larissa to see that nobody is really paying attention to what I'm wearing, and after seeing some of the folks at the fair, I dare say I look better in a dress than some of these women do!

Times, They Are A Changing

The Fallout From Last Week

I mentioned that my fiancee was very upset at my newfound passion for crossdressing in public. To say that she was alarmed would be like calling the Grand Canyon a pothole. She went bananas. In her defense, I've known for years that she doesn't handle change very well, especially when it's thrust upon her, so I can't judge her too harshly for wigging out.

This past Saturday (August 4th), the fiancee and I took a road trip to Algoma, a nice little town on the shore of Lake Michigan. We like to do this every so often. She loves the local winery and I'm partial to the brewery tap room next door to it. We both love the smoked salmon at the seafood shop down the street. I was wearing normal "male" clothes and sandals. My toes were out for the whole world to see...

The ride to Algoma was extremely tense. I though several times about breaking up with my sweet woman, just to distance myself from her intolerance. She couldn't stand thinking that someone she knows might see me in public wearing a dress or skirt. She's terrified that someone will see my pretty pink toenails and what they'll imply about her because of it. She is very much controlled by the opinions of people who, quite honestly, have no influence over either of our lives.

We went back and forth, each stating their case calmly. When it was said and done, she had a better understanding of why I feel the need to do these unusual things and I had a better perspective on why it frightened her so. Neither of us fully grasp the reasoning behind the other's position, but we both now have a little insight into the other's perceptions.

When we arrived at the seafood place, I jumped out of the car and ran in to use the restroom. Damn you, Starbucks! When I emerged, she was already inside the shop perusing the selection. She didn't say a word about my toes, though I know she was concerned about them. We made our purchase there and went back to the car. There were people in the parking lot in plain view of my shameful pink piggies, but nobody said a word. 

We drove to the winery and I walked in with her for a bit. Sometimes I'll indulge in a tasting, but not on this occasion. I told her I was going next door for a pint or two of the local vanilla porter (yum!), then did exactly that. The only seat in the tap room was at a small table against the wall, where everyone entering or leaving walked right past me. I enjoyed 2 pints of beer before the fiancee (let's call her Larissa -- can't keep calling her "my fiancee" forever) texted me that she was back in the car and ready to move on. 

We drove to the beach and got out of the car. I offered to cover my feet up for the walk along the jetty, but Larissa put on her brave face and said, "no, leave them as they are." I was shocked, to say the least, but happy to oblige. We spent about an hour walking along the jetty, talking, taking pictures and enjoying the occasional thrill of water splashing up over the jetty and spraying us (the sea was angry that day, my friends). Several people passed us in one direction or another, and guess what...nobody said a word. People rarely do. Every once in a while I'll get, "I like the color on your toes" or "what a pretty skirt," but nothing negative.

On the ride home, Larissa proposed a solution that could work for both of us. For my end, I agree to keep my public outings outside a 30-mile radius of our hometown. For her end, she agrees that my home is my castle, and any way the King decides to dress himself in his castle is acceptable to the Queen. It all sounds pretty nifty in theory, with both of us making concessions to come to a mutually acceptable solution. The problem is, the Queen has never seen His Majesty in a skirt. So Larissa proposes another solution -- one day very soon, when we're both at home in our castle, I will change into whatever Royal skirt I choose, and she will intentionally see it. Only then can she be sure that our previous agreement is something she can live with.

Fast forward 2 days. I finish work at 7pm and head home. Larissa is cutting vegetables and sorting them into sandwich bags to take to work with her. I ask if today is "the day" that she wants to "see it." My little trooper agrees, and off I go to the bedroom to choose the perfect outfit. The perfect outfit, as it turns out, is a black Ozzy Osbourne t-shirt, ultra-sheer nude pantyhose and the first skirt I can get my hands on. I'm choosy like that. The skirt was a cute cream skater skirt with beige diagonal stripes.

When I walked back out into the kitchen, Larissa had her back to me. I stood next to her with my back to the counter and waited. After a few seconds, she stepped back and took a long look at the lower half of my outfit. To her great credit, she didn't wig out. She didn't gag and she didn't make any awful faces. She simply stated, "that's not so bad," then returned to cutting her veggies. This represents the absolute best case scenario in my mind. I know she's uncomfortable with it, but it didn't shock her, so I think it's something she can come to terms with over time.

I spent maybe another 15 minutes in my skirt before I knew she was ready for the experiment to be finished for the night. I slipped off my skirt, peeled off my pantyhose and put on my standard house-lounging basketball shorts. All in all, I think it went pretty well.

The unexpected benefit of this whole evolution is that Larissa now knows that I participate in online forums specifically for crossdressers, and that I'm interested in meeting like-minded people in the local area to share my affinity for all things feminine. I even mentioned an outing later this month in Green Bay, where a group of CDs will go shopping after hours (with the shop owner's permission, of course), then on to a drag show that evening. I would very much like to participate, and she doesn't seem to have a problem with it.

So the times, they are a changing, boys and girls. I think we're finally on the right track.