The Rise of Skirt-Walker

History Repeats!

I'm a big Star Wars fan. I've made it a point to see every new Star Wars movie on the big screen, even though I thought The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi were garbage (I'm a Star Wars purist. Fight me!). As most of you already know, the 9th Star Wars Episode, The Rise of Skywalker, opened a couple weeks ago. Due to my work schedule and social commitments, I wasn't able to see it until today.

You may recall about 2.5 years ago that I took my first bold step into the world of the "normals" by attending a screening of Avengers Infinity War wearing a blue skater skirt, glossy black hose and ballet flats. It was both nerve-wracking and exhilarating at the same time.

Well, today I took that leap again. This time it was during the day, when there were very few people at the cinema or indeed in the auditorium itself (I think there were 5 of us in all), but it was still hugely liberating.

For today's foray, I wore a blue LulaRoe "Cassie" pencil skirt with geometric patterns on it, along with a pair of my beloved Hanes Perfect Nudes pantyhose in the "transparent" shade, a simple silver anklet and my trusty black ballet flats. There was also a pink lace thong involved, but this isn't the sort of blog where we discuss things like that in any sort of detail. The top half of the outfit was strictly male. T-shirt, Carhartt jacket, ballcap. Oh, I did wear a pair of pretty, girly, jacket earrings, just to round out the look. I think I looked pretty respectable, if not slightly off kilter.

I had about half an hour to waste before the movie started (and could've wasted another half hour to skip the damnable movie trailers and other dreck they force us to endure before viewing the film we paid so handsomely to see), so I stopped at a nearby Goodwill store to look for pretty, girly things that I couldn't live without.

I'm not mousy when out in public, regardless of how I'm attired, so I didn't try walking down the less populated aisles or staring at my feet to avoid eye contact. I strode through the shop very boldly and deliberately. First, I headed for the shoe section. I don't often find any shoes in my size at any thrift store, but I always check just in case. The only acceptable offering was a pair of really cute gray ballet flats covered in glitter. I tried one on and it fit perfectly. Then I looked at the price tag. $18.99 for a pair of hand-me-down ballet flats? The people who price these things must be out of their minds. I put the cute shoe back on the rack and headed to the dress section. There I found a black dress with a really lovely blue floral pattern on it, in exactly my size, and at less than half the price of those sparkly flats. I ran off to the fitting room with the dress as fast as my legs would carry me, flew out of my skirt and t-shirt and slid the new prospect down over my head. From the neckline to the hemline, I ADORE this dress, and I think it looks spectacular on me. The moment I caught my reflection in the mirror, I actually said, out loud, "Need it."

After striking gold with the black dress and striking out on shoes, skirts and basically everything else, I decided to take a quick look at the clearance racks. To my great delight, I found a cardigan and a lovely cowl-necked top in my size for $0.99 each. I didn't even bother trying them on. I took a quick look at my phone and decided it was time to head to the cinema.

Upon arrival at the cinema, everything went as smoothly as I could ever ask for. Very few people in the building, and none of them seemed to take any particular notice of me and my odd attire. In the auditorium, a man in my row caught sight of my skirt (and my struggle climbing the stairs in a pencil skirt with my long, manly strides). He gave me a peculiar look as I walked by him, but nothing was or needed to be said.

First obstacle - I get to my assigned seat to find a man sitting in the seat beside it and his coat lying in my seat. Hey, I'm Joe Cool over here! I told the guy not to worry and just took the next seat over, leaving my coat, popcorn and drink in the seat beside that. After exchanging small talk with the guy pilfering my seat, I ran off to the men's room for a pre-flick tinkle. Again, nobody was there to say anything, and probably wouldn't have even if they had been.

Back to the auditorium just in time for those horrid movie trailers and aforementioned dreck, which seemed to go on forever, but anyway...the movie starts and everything is cool. Too cool, in fact. My legs are getting colder and colder as the film goes on. Good thing I had that Carhartt coat with the toasty warm sherpa lining! I slipped off my flats and managed to tuck both legs and feet under my coat.

The movie ended and I went back to my car, after another stop at the washroom. This time there was a man in there recycling some of that movie theater soda, but I doubt he noticed anything unusual about me, or at least didn't let on that he had. Meanwhile, I'm once again trying to hold up the front of my skirt without the back following suit and exposing my behind for the whole world to see. Okay, got through that, now back to the car and back home.

Let's pump the brakes

This post has become quite a bit longer than I had originally intended, so I'll save the story of what happened after the movie for another post. It's actually rather dull, so I may not post it at all.

Thank you for reading my ramblings, friends. I'll post again soon!

Test Results

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...

Thrift Store Find

I found these "royal" blue stockings at a thrift store yesterday. It's no secret that I prefer pantyhose, but these stockings were just the right shade of blue, and I felt inspired to take a few photos with them.

Please excuse that these are only photos of my legs. I prefer to include my face, but time was short, so I was unable to apply makeup or other feminine effects.

To Be or Not To Be

Out, that is...

For the second time in as many weeks, Larissa will be spending tomorrow night out of town. These opportunities are quite rare, which makes me feel like I need to dress up and go out.

Like last week, I have to work the next day, and really shouldn't be out late.

And of course, I have a long list of tasks to complete tomorrow to stay on track to earning my daily / weekly rewards...

I feel like I'm really back on track with my tasks / rewards scheme, so the responsible thing to do would be to stay home and get those tasks knocked out, slip into some sheer hosiery and take it easy at home.

So I guess that's the plan. Larissa doesn't spend many nights away, but she does indulge me when I decide to have a GNO (Girls' Night Out), so it isn't like I won't have another opportunity to venture out. Truth be told, I was out just a week ago, and I had an amazing time with some truly wonderful friends. I shouldn't be greedy. Another night out this soon would probably be a letdown after last week's adventure.

If I have time after I finish my chores tomorrow, maybe I'll put on some makeup, try on a few different outfits and take some photos. Would anyone be interested in seeing them?

Marika's Fun Night Out

With Larissa out of town for the night, and despite already having worked 12 hours, I decided to let Marika off the chain for a couple hours

For the first time in, well, forever, I applied my own makeup and was really pleased with how it turned out.

I'd love to go into detail about the night, but I have to be up for work in less than 4 hours, so I'll leave you with these lovely photos and bid you all a good night.

I LOVE Getting New Dresses!

Short post today!

My lace dress arrived just a few moments ago, and I couldn't wait to try it on....and it fits very well!

Seeing as though I have already "earned" this dress, I'll most likely wear it out to the club this Friday night.