I'm so sorry!
I haven't updated this blog since October, for which I prostrate myself before you, dear reader, and apologize profusely. I am deeply, sincerely sorry to have neglected you. Please forgive me.
The DOT Thing
The DOT re-physical went very well! Better than I could have expected, if I'm 100% honest. I was convinced that I would pass the exam, and be issued a 3-month or 1-year certificate, as I'm diabetic (diabetics can only get 1-year certificates, maximum), and they'd most likely pick up on that. Turns out I have my diabetes under control, and they didn't detect it, so I earned myself another 2-year certificate!
To the other medical outfit I went to for my previous physical, SUCK IT, and SWALLOW.
I returned to my normal job the very next day, and have been back ever since.
I love a happy ending!
Let's Catch Up!
Since October, things have settled back into their old routines. Go to work, come home, rinse and repeat.
Ah, but sometimes change is unavoidable. An excellent example of that is my work attire.
Before you lose your shit, I can assure you that my choice of outfits at work has not been butched up in the least. In fact, I've gone in the opposite direction.
At some point, wearing a skirt and nylons at work became rather ordinary. I decided to take it up a notch. I started wearing dresses in place of skirts. This was very liberating, but still not enough.
Now, I wear a dress most days, along with pantyhose or colored tights (when it's cold), along with a bra and breast forms (I hesitate to call them that, as they're basically just pads I stick in my bra, but I guess a rose by any other name...).
It's possible that the novelty of the bra and "titties" will wear off at some point, and I'll be tempted to wear makeup, feminine jewelry or even a wig. As amazing as that would be, I'm a truck driver, and such things really aren't practical in my line of work, just as wearing heels at work isn't practical (I did for a day, and it was severely awkward). So, for now, I've reached a plateau with the on-the-job crossdressing. I'm OK with it. For now.
I've also been venturing out into the non-job world in my femme finery more and more, and each bold step emboldens me even more.
I still get looks. I'll always get looks. I'm OK with that, too. It isn't often you see a man sporting a LulaRoe dress, bright blue tights and large-ish boobs in public. I get it. As long as it's just looks, I'm not bothered or intimidated.
What if it progresses beyond looks? We'll jump off that bridge when we get to it.
Honestly, I'm not afraid to stand up for myself. I'm not a tough guy, but I'm also not a wimp or a pushover. If things need to get physical, I'll (give and) take my licks like a man, in a gorgeous dress.
The Shopping Thing
I've gone a little nuts buying dresses lately. In the past week, I've acquired 12 new dresses, 9 of which I can wear at work (2 are halter dresses and one is just too short). Added to my LulaRoe collection, that makes around 20 dresses. I barely own 20 t-shirts, so I think I'm done shopping for now.
Except for hosiery...
Ah geez, I can't pass up a good deal on pantyhose! Two days ago, I took a detour after work and picked up 21 pair of pantyhose for $10, more than replenishing my hosiery supply for a good long while. They're all basic, "day sheer" nylons, and will probably be torn to shreds by my job, but c'mon...21 pair of pantyhose! I'm wearing one of them as I type this. I'm such a sucker for nylons...
That Sums It Up
That's all I really have for now. I hope I've entertained you with my rantings, and I'll try to be more attentive to this blog in the future. I promise.
