Well, Friday the 13th lived up to its name for me when the excrement hit the proverbial ventilator and my wife went medieval on my sorry a$$, but before I elaborate, here's a bit of background:
I posted earlier this week in the Beauty section about my excitement over my upcoming back-to-back makeover and manicure sessions by two different GG's who run separate businesses, but who also work collaboratively with shared clients. In other words, the make up artist referred me to the nail salon, and both ended up being awesome visits. Here is the link to that post:
http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/...d.php?t=119592
The Ecstasy
This was my second visit with my make up artist Kelly, and she sincerely seems to enjoy doing my makeovers. She did her usual fabulous job, including my eyebrows which are a challenge because they are naturally somewhat sparse yet bristly. I then proceeded directly to Laura's nail studio after this makeover. This was my first visit with her, and it ended up being an equally enjoyable experience. She was warm, friendly, and seemed to be genuinely interested in - and supportive of - the CD lifestyle.
Laura and I had a lovely conversation about all aspects of crossdressing while she was doing my nails, and she gave me a number of tips on how to improve my body language based on her initial impression of me. In a nutshell, it came down to more eye contact and more smiling, especially when interacting with GG's. She said that avoiding eye contact sends out the inadvertent signal that one is nervous, lacks confidence, or is otherwise ashamed of oneself. She looked me square in the eyes and told me that I had nothing whatsoever to be ashamed of in the way I was presenting myself as a female and should just go out there and interact with other GG's as if I totally belonged in their world. Ironically (and coincidentally), this is the exact same message that is the subject of the Eye Contact thread appearing elsewhere in these forums.
The need for better and more sustained eye contact and more frequent smiling was obviously not news to me and something that I had already made efforts to improve upon. However, hearing this directly (and in person) from someone else without them being prompted, along with the affirmation that this would allow me to totally blend in - if not "pass" outright - was a major confidence boost to me, and made me determined to focus specifically on this aspect during the shopping trip that I had planned for afterwards.
I have to say honestly that this was my best shopping trip en femme yet. Not only did I actively seek out SA's to assist me, but my confidence mixed in with all that eye contact and smiling sent out just the right signals, and they bent over backwards to serve me. In some cases, other SA's even joined us as I was being whisked into fitting rooms plied not only with my original selections, but also with items that they had selected on my behalf and felt might look good on me. I've never been a rock star, but this came close to what it must feel like when surrounded by groupies whose main aim is to please - almost surreal, actually. I even went into a La Vie en Rose lingerie shop and tried on a couple of selections with no problems whatsoever. Well, needless to say, I was on Cloud 9 on the way home after all those positive experiences that day.
The Agony
And now for the bad news...
My wife had gone to my daughter's house on Thursday afternoon to babysit, stay overnight, and was then supposed to go directly to work from there the next morning. As I had gotten home late from my all day en femme shopping excursion, I went to bed without first taking care of all my girly stuff, thinking that I would have plenty of time to do so in the morning before she came home for lunch as she usually does. Well, you all know where this is heading...
Yes, I was still in bed at about 7:15 in the morning when I heard a key being inserted and turning in the lock of the door leading into the house from the garage. At first, I thought someone was trying to break in, and when I ran downstairs to check it out, I don't know who was more startled - my wife or myself. Well, it seems that she had left my daughter's place early and had decided to come by our home first to drop off her suitcase and have a quick bite of breakfast before heading off to work. And then my wife spotted my women's clothes, shoes, make up, purse etc. laying around... Well, I'll spare you the gory details, but since she's only moderately tolerant of my crossdressing and we usually have a "don't ask, don't tell" policy in effect, I am now missing more than a couple strips off my back, and the air is still so thick around here that you can cut it with a dull knife .
They say that time heals all wounds (or is it "wounds all heels"?), so I'm not quite sure yet where this is all headed. So yes, Friday the 13th turned out to be true to its reputation for me yesterday, even though I am not normally superstitious.
But as for Thursday, Nov. 12th...totally, totally awesome .