Let me give you a bit of background first. I haven't had the desire to dress up since late summer. Up until a few days ago I looked like a hairy member of the Duck Dynasty cast. I shaved my arms, legs, underarms and chest as well as buzzed my beard off. Crossdressing has taken the backseat to working a lot, hunting a lot a medical scare that turned out to be nothing and the hustle and bustle of the holidays.
With that out of the way, last night I was all shaved, primped and polished and ready for a relaxing evening with the Mrs. while the kids slept. I started with my makeup of course which went well for the most part. Note: I have put on a few pounds since the summer months. After "putting my face on" I tried to slide into a pair of panty hose only to find them a bit small and rolling at the waist. Next came the usual, bra, forms,wig, etc. I then decided to get out my red dress(a wrap) and black heels as I thought that it would look festive for the season. At this point everything is going well except for the pantyhose part. As I slide the dress over my head I somehow get tangled up in the dress and all but bust some seams. It takes me not once, not twice, BUT THREE TIMES to get this dress on properly. As I put one arm through the sleeve, the pantyhose start to roll again. I stop and hike my hose back up then try to work my other arm into the sleeve of the dress only to find myself hiking my hose back up once more. After much pushing, pulling and prying into my clothes I am just about ready to ball my eyes out in frustration. I step out into the hallway only to just about fall on my a@# due to a freshly cleaned, very slick hardwood floor. with my heels clicking on the floor and my arms banging the walls trying to get ahold of myself, I somehow manage to kick my heels off and head for the master bathroom so if by chance I wake up the kids I have a place to hide for a few. Luckily, no one wakes up and I now find myself checking my somehow undamaged look in the bathroom mirror. All the while pulling and tugging on my pantyhose.
I put my hells back on and sit with the wife for a few hoping to relax a bit. At this time it appears that I am not going to have an enjoyable evening because I am fighting ill fitting pantyhose and a sore bunyon that decided to flare up after the hallway incident. I stayed in my "holiday apparel" for about an hour and a half just to try to enjoy myself a bit but soon changed into a cami and some yoga pants.
Finally after relaxing, I drift off to sleep. My wife left me sleeping there on the couch. Somehow, I am up and freaking out at 530 am hoping like hell that the kids didn't wake up and see me crashed out on the couch in full on Natalie mode. Luckily no one woke up at all overnight. After scrubbing off my makeup and taking off the wig and cami it was into an old tshirt and back to the couch to catch some z`s. So much for enjoying my femme self and that`s life in one night of crossdressing Hell. Maybe tonight will be a different story.