So this is my evening for being En Femme. My housemates are out till late, it's a Saturday night so I'm on my own until at least midnight probably later. Great!
On go the sheer stockings and black lace suspender belt. On with the black lace knickers, everything is tucked. Black bra-vest. In go the breast forms. Slip in to a long brown and pink flower pattern fully lined sleeveless dress and knee high black 3" heel boots. Then brunette wig, dark silver flower necklace, tassel earrings, silver and jade bracelet and a silver bangle.
I feel great. I'm so happy with the way my new bra-top works with my breast forms to make them feel perfectly positioned. I open a bottle of white wine and relax.
Now if I need to leave the room to go to the rest room or the kitchen I will have to pass the front door. I've been cross dressing for years, I've been caught before and I know how dangerous this is no matter how safe I might be or feel. So I NEVER risk it.
Off comes the jewellery, wig, boots, dress, bra and forms. I'm not going to take off the knickers, stockings and susssies, this is taking long enough as it is and they can be hidden. So on go mens socks, jeans and a t-shirt. I go to the kitchen get another bottle of wine from the fridge, make my ablutions and return.
Off go the t-shirt, jeans and socks. On go the bra, forms, boots, dress, wig and jewellery.
An hour later I need to leave the room again. I'm a bit tipsy and I love the sound of my boots against the stone floor, so I figure I'll chance it and just strut around the house the way I wish I could whenever I feel like it as Jennifer. I'm about to open the door when something in my brain reminds me of how easy it is to get caught this way.
Where I am now if I got caught, by anyone housemate or other, it would be around the village in hours. I would be drummed out of town. People are primitive here, and without exaggeration I would loose almost everything. Certainly my lodgings and probably my job as well.
So I check out the window. Peep between the curtains for any cars / taxis. Nothing. Good. I go to leave again and again I hesitate. I've wasted enough time and I'm getting jittery, so in the end I do what I've always done. I bottle it and take it all off. On go the jeans and t-shirt.
As I come back to my room with a beer the hall is dark. I close my door and at the very same time hear the front door closing!
I never even heard it open!
I didn't see the person in the dark, thankfully drunk, but I hear them now stumbling past . This is 10:30pm way before anyone is due back. If I had been en femme it's 50 /50 I would have been busted, with all that entails. And so I'm shaking knowing that I nearly didn't undress and came an ace away from a really bad place.
I am so frustrated right now!
Why can't people just let everyone be as they want to be? Why all the prejudice, fear and disgust? This stops me from being what I think should be normal and I end up creeping around jumping through hoops and ending up a nervous wreck. It's crazy. You may have noticed that I didn't mention make up well this is why I hardly ever get the chance to wear make up any more because it just takes too long to remove it in an emergency, so I rarely bother.
"Society" you are primitive and outdated, but I guess I have to live with you for a good while yet.
Rant over, thanks for reading. x
