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Game night.

Ruined.

If you read my last post, you know that I was planning to wear a skirt and pantyhose while we had guests over for a game night.

When Larissa came home, I was already wearing the skirt / hosiery. She didn't say anything as we finished getting the house ready for our guests. Only when I was going to take a nap did Larissa bring up my attire. Specifially, she asked what I was going to wear for the game night. I told her I intended to wear what I was wearing at that time, at which time Larissa LOST. HER. SHIT.

It would have been one thing if she had politely objected and requested that I wear traditional "guy" clothes. What she did was entirely different. She proceeded to enumerate the various ways she has "progressed" in her tolerance of my crossdressing. TOLERANCE!

This continued for 15 minutes and ended with me promising her that "I will wear whatever the fuck you decide is appropriate for me to wear in my own home, surrounded by people who have seen me wear these kinds of things before."

I went to take my nap and, to nobody's great surprise, I couldn't fall asleep.

I Do Not Want To Live This Way!

Over a year ago, Larissa agreed that I should dress any way I like while at home. There was no stipulation as to whether or not there would be other people at our house, and what effect the presence of other people would be upon this agreement. Suffice to say, it seems like Larissa likes to change the rules of this agreement depending on her mood at any given time.

I wonder if now would be a good time to tell her (or ask her fucking permission) that I would like to wear a skirt to my family's Christmas Eve gathering. I don't expect that to turn out any more favorably for me than the game night did.

I realize she's making changes, and coming to grips with my quirky fashion sense. I also realize that every stride she's made has come as a result of me basically shoving it down her throat. I wear pantyhose at home almost every night, often choosing non-nude shades (I have a black pair from the Dollar store I'm particularly fond of) just so she'll see it and get used to it.

I'll keep doing what I do and hoping she'll miraculously embrace this side of my personality some day.

A Simple Test

Tonight, Larissa and I are having people over for a "game night". Only a few people, mind you. My brother & sister, Larissa's best friend, Alexis (not her real name, of course), and my bestest GG friend and crossdressing enabler, Gail.

Larissa doesn't know that I came out to Alexis over a year ago, and that Alexis has seen me in full femme presentation. This is something that Alexis and I agreed would probably elicit a violently negative reaction from Larissa, whose greatest fear (with regard to my fashion choices) is that someone she knows will see me wearing something feminine and somehow think badly of her for associating with me. Well, lo and behold, Alexis knows, has seen and doesn't think any less of Larissa as a result, proving my point that people by and large just don't give a damn what other people wear or how they choose to present themselves.

I got home earlier from work than Larissa today. In fact, she's still on her way home as I type this post. As I'm so oft to do, as soon as I got home, I stripped out of my work clothes and slipped into panties and pantyhose. Today I opted to put on a skirt as well (very tasteful, in fact rather boring to be honest with you). I then proceeded to take out the trash (Oh dear! What if the neighbors see me in a skirt? Pfffftf!) and sweep all the tile floors in the house. I feel more industrious when I dress as I like, so there's that.

Anyway, I would usually dispense with whatever skirt or dress I'm wearing upon Larissa's arrival home, wearing shorts over my femme hosiery. Today, however, I have no intention of doing so. The plan is to finish getting ready for guests to come over and take a nap until about half an hour before the event starts. I usually sleep in just panties and pantyhose, so I'll strip off the skirt before hopping into bed. I do, however, intend to put the skirt right back on when I get up from my nap, and keep it on throughout the night, in full view of everyone who has already seen me wear dresses, skirts, makeup and much more.

Of course, I expect Gail to be very happy to see me, skirt or no, so...

I expect Larissa to bring this up, saying that Alexis has never seen me in a skirt or sheer (and in this case, rather glossy...yum!) hosiery before, and that she'd like to keep it that way. At this point, when it's far too late to cancel the event, I'll confess to Larissa that Alexis knows all about my odd tendencies, having gone so far as to join me on a GNO (Girls' Night Out) at a gay club to see the full spectacle, and that Alexis is 100% unfazed by it. Larissa will ask how Alexis ever found out, and that will be easy to explain as people in bars tend to have loose lips, and more than a few bar folk are in on my not-so-secret secret. Oh, I dunno, Tits McGee may have told her, or Mouthy McBlabbermouth may have spilled the beans. Regardless, Alexis knows, has seen, and still associates with both of us as her friends. That should be proof enough to Larissa that it's not the huge problem she's fleshed it out to be. The world is full of people who haven't the time or attention span to care about how a person dresses.

I just hope I have the courage to follow through with this...