Hi Girls,
It's been awhile since I posted and I have a Vegas story to share. My wife is very accepting and let's me dress around the house and to go out shopping in SLC. Other then Halloween, she had not gone out with me dressed. So, we planned a weekend to Las Vegas and before we even left she asked if I would be enfemme. I said, if I could be, I would be, it's your call. She knows that Vegas is a big place, very accepting of anything and knowing that I've gone to DVL and been dressed all week, she accepted it. We arrived on Friday afternoon and after some afternoon delight (as a guy of course) we prepped for the night out. We both stayed very casual in nice tops and jeans (sorry Karren, but I love a tight pair of jeans). It was like we were sisters, sharing time, doing makeup, drinking wine, laughing etc. She even gave me some pointers and after I took longer then her, we ventured out. I've been out many times and she was amazed at how comfortable I am being out in public. We stayed at the Stratosphere and took the ride to the top, which is over 100 stories tall. It was beautiful. Planes and helicopters are at eye level. We grabbed a martini and ventured to the outdoor lookout one floor up. Well, that was fun. It was blowing at about 70 mph, seriously, and as we went around the revolving door, we had our drinks flying all over us, as was our hair and literally we kept on going back inside never leaving the revolving door. People laughed at us as they knew what was going to happen (must be why they were inside). It was really funny and set the stage for the night. We then drove down to Freement Street, which was a blast. Crazy scene, so I fit in fine. Had dinner at an Italian restaurant, which had great food and service. In fact, the service all weekend was over the top in LV from the minute we checked in (got upgraded at no cost) till the moment we left. We didn't stay out late that night as the drive etc caught up with us. Saturday we awoke to a beautiful morning, albeit crisp for Vegas. We lounged around in our lingerie (or at least I did), doing girly things and then got ready to go out and "SHOP". We went to Ceasars Forum, which if you have never been, is incredible. Every name store, shop, whatever is there and sometimes two of them. Our first stop by accident was Sephora, which had just opened the day before. The SA's were wonderful, understanding and thought I even looked good and did a great job. We had gay guys and transgendered helping us with makeovers, so we both loved the attention and they were fabulous. They came up with a great product that truly hides beard stubble. It's called "Make up for Ever" HD #107. You can buy it online they said. I was explained that the pinkish color hides our blue tinted beard and it works. Have it on now and I love it. So we finished there after a long time and looked beautiful. My wife doesn't wear makeup often and when she does she looks "killer". Off we went to shop the forum. Store after store and hardly a second look towards me. The only strange thing was not holding her hand, which she normally does with me. She didn't want to be seen as a" lesbian". Funny I did, but I respected her wishes and still wound up having a great afternoon, topped off with a wonderful lunch and drinks and lot's of new clothes. Things could not have been better or more fun, until that night. We dolled up in our best outfits. I had my LBD, heels, black wig, heavy dark makeup as I was trying to look like Theresa, on Jersey Housewives, as we were going to see Jerseys Boys (which, by the way, we were upgraded to the 16th isle from the Balcony at no cost. (I thinked I wowed the attendant or scared the shit out of him as he didn't want me in his section). Side note, if you haven't seen Jersey Boys, do yourself a favor and go see it. It's phenomenal. Great music, story and acting. And we both looked like Jersey girls and because of my height in heels, we stood out. We thoroughly enjoyed it as "Jersey girls". From there we went out to dinner at a great seafood/steakhouse in the Tropicana. Just when she thought the night was over we pulled into Paris, and sat at the bar that has the band playing and dancing right off the casino floor. What a scene! If you want to see some beautiful women, dressed up, they were there. But, so was I and I seemed to steal some attention from them. Wonder why? Could it have been the 6 ft guy dressed as a hot girl? It was a hoot, just like the night some of us at DVL went there last year. I highly recommend it. So, after way too many drinks and way too late, we got back to the our room safe and sound and Cami was put away for awhile. My heels were killing me as usual. It was a weekend to remember and I honestly can say that my wife really had fun. There was no question that I did. Hope to see many of you again at DVL in April. If you have never been, try coming and be liberated.
