This Week's Outings 9/6/26

Wow, so much emptiness since the last TWO post...

Wednesday 9/9/26:

What a spectacular day!

Today was the day I finally ditched my old laundry machines in favor of a nicer, newer set. My brother, who worked until 4pm, brought a truck and a little extra muscle. I brought the cash and a plucky attitude.

In the morning, I went to the local hardware store and rented their appliance dolly. I was wearing an autumn-themed LulaRoe Julia dress, white sheer pantyhose and black ballet flats. Unfortunately, upon arrival at the store, I noticed one of my town's biggest loudmouth drunks walking it, so I decided to put on my jeans, just to avoid hearing about it later.

After the hardware store, I went home and took the dolly out of the car. My plan was to bring the old appliances up from the basement and leave them in the garage until I knew for certain that the ne set worked. In order to do that, my car had to be parked outside the garage. By this time, the jeans were off and I was back to presenting a dress and white nylons.

I jumped in the car and drove it all the way to the front of the house, parking it on the opposite side of the street from my house. After I had walked from the car back to the garage, I realized that I hadn't gone to an ATM yet, to get money to pay for the new laundry set. So, keys and wallet in hand, I walked back out to the car, in full view of the neighborhood, climbed back inside and drove to the nearest fee-free ATM. The ATM was of the sit-in-your-car variety, so the whole withdrawal process went off without a hitch. 

Did I mention that my lovely fiancee was in the shower when I left for the ATM? Small detail, no worries.

When I got home from the ATM, it was time to change for my brother's arrival (he knows, but doesn't approve). 

Laundry machines fully swapped out, tested and ready, the old machines went to the curb, my brother went home, and I shoved the appliance dolly back into my car, shed my jeans, drove to the hardware store, walked around inside a bit, bought a new set of washer hoses, and went home.

It was at that point that I realized that my old laundry machines were sitting on the curb, but nobody knew it! After parking my car, I walked around to the front of the house, stood in the street and took photos of the old equipment, posting the on Facebook Marketplace when I got back into the house.

All in all, quite a bit of public crossdressing done in a single day, wouldn't you say? 

Tomorrow, I plan to wear the usual (thong panty, sexy bra, sheer nylons) to work, in addition to some light makeup (including concealer for the first time). Wish me luck! 

Satiation

When last I updated these digital pages, I lamented my inability to explore and enjoy my latest 2 Temu deliveries, because my lovely fiancee had taken off the same days as me.

Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony... (extra credit if you know where this quote is from)

Tuesday night, after my lovely had gone to bed (I intentionally stayed up), I opened both Temu packages, and just let myself enjoy the exploration of my new femme goodies.

It felt great, and I deserved it.

Frustration

I have Tuesday and Wednesday off from my job.

I also have 2 Temu orders, sitting in bags, on my love seat.

My plan was to wake up tomorrow (Tuesday), while my fiancee is at work, and unpack all the nylons, wigs, panties, makeup, etc, taking my time to enjoy each of the lovely new things I've bought. It was going to be so wonderful!

I also have planned to buy a new washer and dryer, which I intended to pick up tomorrow, along with a robot vacuum cleaner. I was planning to do all this while wearing a dress, nylons, girly shoes, makeup and jewelry.

"Was" being the key word.

You see, my lovely fiancee, unbeknownst to me, also has Tuesday and Wednesday off.

As wonderful as my fiancee is, she cannot stand the prospect of me wearing anything feminine outside our house. She has even gotten weird about me wearing sandals to the state fair with my polished toenails, even though the state fair is over 100 miles from where we live, and there's basically no chance of encountering anyone either of us knows in such a far-away place.

So, if I'm to do anything outside the house while wearing my femme effects, I have to be extra sneaky about it, and I just don't think I have it in me.

My next days off will be this weekend, Saturday through Monday. The problem there is that my fiancee also has weekends off. Plus, we're going to see Derrick Stroup on Saturday night in the same city the state fair is held in, which will turn into a full day, with no dress, no makeup, no girly anything.

Sure, I could wait an entire week and open my Temu packages next Monday, but why should I have to wait so long?

Because I'm engaged to someone who's ashamed of who I really am.

My frustration cannot be overstated at this point. 

Blue Nylon, Anyone?

On Monday, we wear blue!

I love blue nylons, and I try to wear them every Monday.

Today, I liked how my legs looked in my blue pantyhose, so I snapped a couple photos.

Now I present them to you, and hope you enjoy them.

This dress is quickly becoming one of my favorites

Do you like the blue tights? The anklet? The dress? My pedi? Do you like me? Please like me. LOL

I wore these blue nylons to work last night, under my ugly, awful pants, and will be wearing them to bed in short order. 

I'm also rocking a gorgeous black mesh bra and a sexy thong panty, not that you asked, but there it is... 

This Week's Outings 8/30/26

Sunday 8/30/26:

Having really enjoyed yesterday's outing, I decided to duplicate it today.

Upon my arrival home, I shed the awful work clothes I had been wearing all night, leaving me wearing only the thong panty, mesh bra and nude sheer pantyhose I will wear until it's time to rinse (shower) and repeat (go to work yet again). I then put a lovely silver anklet on my right ankle, slipped in my favorite ballet flats, and headed to the spare bedroom in search of a dress. I found a very pretty black a-line dress, with a pattern of small white diamonds, added a belt, and topped the ensemble off with a cute silver bracelet on my left wrist.

I then let my pup outside, and stepped boldly onto the walkway, walked it to the shared sidewalk, and stood there, awaiting adulation from the neighbors. When the adulation (again) didn't show, I grew bored and walked back up the walkway and into the house.

These neighbors had best tighten up... 

Thursday 9/3/26:

Every month, on the first Thursday of the month, there is a gathering of CD / TV / TG "girls" at a gay club about 45 minutes from where I live. I used to attend this gathering sporadically, and really looked forward to it, until I started feeling like certain attendees were shoving their political leanings down everyone's throats. 

I understand that, for reasons I won't discuss here, most people under the LGBT umbrella lean heavily to the left. I do not. I am a proud and patriotic conservative. However, I know that there are places and times when we leave politics at the door, and I believe this particular event to be one of those places. We don't gather to discuss politics. We gather to spend time with like-minded people, in a welcoming setting. At least, that's why I do it.

So I was soured on this event for that reason. Then I got sick. That was over 3 years ago. I haven't been since, until tonight.

I've been wanting to have a proper GNO (girls' night out) ever since I left the hospital, and haven't had the nerve to go through with it until today. There have been prior months, when I've decided to attend the "first Thursday" event, but backed out at the last minute. This time, my work schedule, my desire to be out, and my courage aligned perfectly, and I went!

I'd like to say it was enjoyable from beginning to end, but the truth is that it started very slowly and nearly fizzled out early on.

I'm a fairly introverted person. In a bar setting, if I'm not with someone I know well and am comfortable with, I tend to keep to myself. Well, I'm thankful for other people's boldness, because it saved my night. I was first approached by a newcomer, who has adopted the name Melissa. We had a very good conversation about going out, our origins, etc. Then, when I went to the bar for another drink, a very cute young person (I'm sorry, this person had an androgynous look male or female) named Erin. We had a short but very pleasant talk, and I went on my way.

Then I reconnected with Maggie, whom I had attended this event with before, even riding there together because we both live in the same town. We were catching up when we were interrupted by "Kat," who immediately brought politics into the event, saying that he'd run for a seat in the House of Representatives, and lost the primary, but had received 32% of the vote. I could have started a brawl at that very moment by voicing my opinions on all matter political, but I just walked away.

Other than the occasional insane outburst from Kat, the night went rather well. I'll definitely attend again. In fact, I promised Maggie I'd drive both of us to next month's event. 

Nylon Layers

I've mentioned a time or two that I'm a nylon enthusiast. 

Something I enjoy doing is layering different colored nylons, to see how they look.

Today, I layered nude control-top pantyhose over hot pink sheer stockings, and I just happened to have snapped a few photos...

Can you tell they're layered?

Love the reinforced toes!

Is it naughty to show the stocking tops? They're so pretty, it would be a shame not to show them

And finally, proof that they're layered!

This Week's Outings 8/23/26

Monday 8/24/26:

Our weekly trash collection is on Mondays. Since I worked nights last night, I decided to put my trash can out to the curb after getting home this morning, which I did, whilst wearing a floral LulaRoe Julia dress, black ballet flats and sheer blue nylons. 

Upon returning to the interior of my house, I realized that the kitchen trash bag was nearly full, so I extracted it from its can (or bin, as it may be known in some localities), tied it up and walked it out to the trash can already sitting on the curb, still wearing the same dress, hosiery and footwear.

At this point, if my neighbors haven't seen me outside in a dress yet, I'm convinced it's because they're intentionally forcing themselves not to look. I'm literally out there, at least as far as my front stoop, nearly every day, and I don't sneak around. I'm blatant about it.

Wednesday 8/25/26:

A couple weeks ago, I ordered a bottle of 9-year old bourbon, from a distillery in Michigan. I live in Wisconsin, which borders Michigan. Why it took so long for my bourbon to arrive from an adjoining state is a mystery to me, but not the point I'm trying to make. The actual point is that my bourbon was delivered yesterday while I was sleeping. The reason I didn't see it on my porch when I woke up and let my dog out is very simple.

It was delivered to the wrong address.

This is the problem living in a house whose front door doesn't face the street. It seems that every  dumbass, jackass and just plain ass who delivers things to places has delivered something meant for my house, to my neighbor's house. I mean, their house number ends in 18 and mine in 20, so you can see where the confusion would arise. You can't? Neither can I. It's just plain sloppy work. If you're too stupid or lazy to find the proper delivery address, maybe delivering things to places isn't the highest and best use of your talents.

Anyhoo, when I got home, I changed out of my work clothes and into a gray floral dress. I was already wearing the pink thong panty, the black half-mesh bra and the white sheer pantyhose under my work clothes. I added an anklet and my favorite black ballet flats, and proceeded to let the dog out, when I noticed that there was no package on my porch. So I left the comfort of my house and walked over to my neighbor's house, where, wouldn't you know it, I found my package.

I love being out in public, dressed in feminine things. I hate having to retrieve my parcels from my neighbor's porch. I'm always worried that someone will call the police and report me as a porch pirate. It hasn't happened yet, but I still worry about it every time. 

Friday 8/28/26:

Before going to work, I decided to try some nylon layering. First, I tried on sheer black pantyhose over the baby pink tights I slept in, but the black seemed to overwhelm the pink, and it didn't really show through, so I went back to the drawing board. The next combination was nude sheer pantyhose over hot pink lace-top stockings (you can see photos of this combination in this post). I was so impressed with how my nylon layers looked, that I wore them until it was time to get ready for work. So when I walked out to retrieve my mail, I was still wearing the layered legwear, with a gray LulaRoe Julia.

Saturday 8/29/26:

I wore a dark red thong, black mesh bra and gray sheer pantyhose under my work clothes all night, and traded my pants and t-shirt for a gray and black animal print dress upon my arrival home. When I let my pup out, as I do basically every day after work, I walked out with her, down my walkway, and onto the public sidewalk, where I stood for a moment, just to give the entire neighborhood a chance to say hello. Nobody said anything, so I walked back up my walkway and into my house. 

Maybe the neighbors aren't up at 6:30 am, and if they are, I imagine they're not in the mood for cheerful greetings. Oh well, at least my dog was happy to see me...