Sunday 7/16/26:
Yesterday, after my walk, my fiancee and I got into the car and drove to the nearest "big" city, about 90 miles south of where we live. We spent the day there and had a blast. The problem was, when I got out of the shower prior to the trip, I put on all "male" clothing, and that's what I wore for the rest of the day.
When I woke up this morning, I was deep in regret. I changed before I ever left the bedroom, into a bra, panty and gray sheer pantyhose. I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of pink biker shorts, and went about my day, much happier.
The first outing was when I went to Arby's for lunch. Whenever I can, I place food orders online, and pick them up inside the restaurant, and that's what I did, still wearing the above-mentioned outfit.
Later, I ran to the grocery store and picked up my grocery order, in the same outfit.
After that, I went home, showered, got dressed in panty, bra and glossy black semi-opaque tights, with a very colorful LulaRoe Nichole dress (I own several), which I'm still wearing as I type this entry.
Not exciting, but I enjoyed it...
Saturday 8/22/26:
I took most of the week off from my bras and nylons, just for a refreshing change of pace. Then Saturday rolled around.
Upon getting home from work (on night shift), I was anxious to get back into the femme goodies, so I quickly stripped off my work clothes, right down to my birthday suit, and replaced it with a pink microfiber panty, a black mesh bra and white sheer pantyhose. On top of all of it, a pink LulaRoe Julia with a pattern of small white flowers on it, and a silver anklet on my right ankle.
Ahhhh, that's better!
I woke up an hour earlier than I normally would, to go pick up our weekly grocery order. I debated wearing heels for the outing, but thought better of that idea when I realized I also had to stop and fill up my car's gas tank. So I put on my black ballerinas, a hoodie (somehow I feel like it's less shocking if people don't see the entire dress), grabbed my keys and headed for the door.
The grocery pickup went as smoothly as it always does. I was only out of the car for a few seconds to open the back door -- if you don't open the back door, they assume you want the groceries in the rear cargo area, rather than the back seat). Groceries picked up, I drove to the gas station, picked a pump I rather liked, and hopped out of the car to pump my gas. Nothing happened while I was fueling, but I could feel eyes on me, judging me, for almost the entire time. After I had collected the receipt, I had one more stop to make.
I like to order from Hardee's (those in the western US would know it as Carl's Jr) every now and again, and since it was on my way home, I placed an online order. I don't know about other locations, but this particular Hardee's always has my order ready, waiting on the counter when I get there, even if I order it from their parking lot. Maybe they're psychic... Anyway, I walked into the lobby, past the 2 employees loitering thereabouts, grabbed my bag and cup from the counter, and walked right back out to my car. If any of the Hardee's personnel noticed the pink dress or the white nylons, they didn't let on.
And that's it. I drove home, ate my Frisco Burger, drank my Diet Dr. Pepper, then jumped in the shower to go to work.
Oh, and to work, under my work clothes, I wore a black cotton animal-print panty, red mesh bra (yummy!) and a brand new pair of Nude control-top pantyhose, fresh out of the freezer. Yes, I put my pantyhose in the freezer a day or 2 before I take them out of the package. I read somewhere that it strengthens the fibers or some such thing. Even if that's not true, how cool is it opening your freezer and finding a couple pair of nylons looking back at you?
