Janey Uber Alles

In 2016, Larissa and I traveled to Las Vegas along with my sister (known to my dear readers as Julie). On the advice of a friend who's been there many times, we skipped the local cabs in favor of the popular rideshare service, Uber. Our experience with Uber in Vegas was excellent. So much so, in fact, that I decided to sign up as a driver just as soon as we got back to Wisconsin.

The only problem was our car, a 2006 Subaru B9 Tribeca. A few months after I started driving for Uber, I was informed that our car was too old, and that I couldn't use it to drive their passengers around anymore.

Fast forward to this June. Our beloved Subaru came up lame and we had to have her shot. In her place, we bought a lovely 2017 Nissan Rogue. It's Larissa's daily driver, and she's quite fond of it. It also solves my Uber problem. On my days off from work (the days I don't volunteer to work overtime), I can take Larissa to her job, then use the Rogue to Uber my little black heart out (and earn some coin along the way). It's really the best I can do to make extra money with the DOT's ridiculous rules. In a nutshell, I'm only allowed to work 70 hours a week, after which I have to take a 34-hour break. I like earning money, so...

In my never ending quest to expose the world (or at least my local community) to Marika, I've decided to take up the mantle of Uber driver once more. My plan is to "half dress" while driving. That is, a normal "male" shirt on top with a lovely skirt, hose and girl shoes on the bottom. Sorta like this:

I've shaved off the scruff since this photo was shot. Thank goodness.

Some friends on one of the CD sites I visit have expressed concern for my safety while driving these Uber passengers around in such attire. I, however, am supremely confident that everything will go smoothly. I only intend to drive during the day, and after the many experiments I've conducted in my local area, I'm convinced that people hereabouts don't really give a darn if I wear skirts or not.

So Monday (2 days from now), I'm going to give it a go. If you live in my area and call for an Uber on Monday, 

See y'all on the flipside.

Another Baby Step

As has become customary on my days off from work, today was Marika's day to go out and enjoy herself. At some point during the day, I decided that I would not be switching back to drab mode when Larissa got home from work. Usually Larissa calls me on her way home to chit chat, and usually I take the occasion of her call to change back into my boring guy clothes.

A week or so ago, I cut short a day of letting Marika out & about to join Larissa for a drink at our favorite local watering hole. Cut short that is, with the exception of the ultra sheer pantyhose I kept on under my shorts. Previously, I've worn them around Larissa without her noticing. Well, on this particular evening she noticed straight away, and was very unhappy about it.

Upon discussion, I learned that Larissa felt "ambushed" by me and my hosiery. She felt like I thrust it upon her without warning, and in a public place, which made her feel very uneasy. One of her good friends was at the bar with her and Larissa was worried that the friend would notice. Rather than get upset with my beloved for her recalcitrance, I decided to use this episode as a learning experience.

To that end, I decided to conduct a small experiment. I would tell Larissa during our phone call that I was wearing a skirt, so she didn't feel "ambushed" again. Then I would gauge her reaction at actually seeing me in my femme attire. I was very pleasantly surprised!

Upon arriving home, Larissa gave my lower half a long glance, shrugged her shoulders and carried on with her usual evening rituals. This represents a change from her normal behavior. Previously, any time I would even mention crossdressing, she would turn cold, as if she'd just received awful news. This would go on for hours, and I would inevitably feel as though I'd injured her in some way. Tonight, there was no coldness. She was affectionate, talkative and generally upbeat.

I wore my skirt until bedtime. Larissa came to tuck me in and snuggle for a bit.

It was a very nice departure and quite an enjoyable evening.

Boys Will Be Girls

Larissa was out of town on Saturday, so I took the opportunity to get together with a GG friend of mine and go see a local drag performance. I didn't intend to go 100% female, but my friend (heretofore called Brenda) insisted on doing my makeup and styling my hair. Brenda also chose my dress, jewelry and even the shoes I wore.Needless to say, I'm awful at makeup and at coordinating outfits. I'm still male, after all. Brenda was a life saver!

The show was really fun and the performers were absolutely beautiful. My favorite performer agreed to take a selfie with me (which turned out awful! I need to get better at selfie-taking), then appeared outside 15 minutes later, but I didn't recognize her in boy mode. She's just as pretty as a boy as she is as a girl, and very sweet besides.

My first trip to a gay club and to a drag performance was fun, easy and very memorable. I'll definitely do it again.

Here we see Marika, nervous as hell but trying to act at ease for the camera. The smile is genuine. The breasts are not, though they look pretty nice if I do say so myself!

And here we see the effects of too much alcohol, coupled with the effects of Brenda snapping pictures of me every time I blink. In this case, the smile is forced, and the only thoughts going through my mind were "hurry up and take the damned picture so I can relax!"