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It’s been a very long time since I’ve been on this site. I’m one who would take the “antidote” if there was one, but have managed to reduce my dressing to once or twice a year. But when I do, it’s all out! I go to a transformation service near me, a wonderful and very talented lady, who transforms me from the neck up into Julie, which I never thought possible.
Here's the whole story..it's quite long, but I wanted to share with people I know will understand!
I go to her studio around 10AM, dressed in my workout clothes. I wanted to get pics of several different looks , which I had never done. The pics are all on my cell phone, though she did edit the one glamour shot for me . The rest are unedited. After she worked her makeup magic, we went outside for the workout pic. Then inside for a quick change into a “business sexy” look for the couch and glam shot. Then another change into the jeans and peacoat (purple shirt in the selfie pic was underneath), and off we went to lunch. Small place, we were the only customers except a guy at the bar. 30-ish female waitress did not bat an eye (my fem voice is pretty convincing, and I was with a GG). She said, “can I start you ladies off with a drink?”, and so on throughout the meal. Nice lunch, after which, as we were walking back to the car, my GG friend and transformation genius said “mission accomplished, no way she read you”. True or not, it did seem that way, which was a thrill . We drove back to her studio, and I left about 2PM for the rest of the adventure.
When I left her shop , I realized I had to pee! So I went back downtown again to a small indoor mall and used the ladies room. Another woman was in there, no problem. One of the things I imagined doing was going in to the bakery/coffee shop that’s in that mall and ordering a coffee, but didn't know if I'd dare to..but, I went in there, no line and a young guy behind the counter. I stepped up, he said may I help you, I said “just a small coffee please”, he said here or to go, I said “to go thanks”, and voila..it was done. He appeared not to see anything amiss, nor did any of the patrons (it was pretty full) pay me any mind. Task one..success:-)!
Walking back to the car was fun, appeared to get checked out by an older guy.. lol. Then hit the highway back to my area about an hour away, but soon my nose was running, so I pulled off and stopped at a store for tissues. Middle aged lady cashier..again, no problem.
Back on the road, by the next rest area had to pee again..(Julie has to pee a lot..must be a girl thing..lol!). Or maybe all the water I was driking to keep my voice working! Went in to the ladies room, when done I primped at the mirror a sec, another woman came in..paid me no mind.
Back on the road , then stopped at the bank , had to hit the ATM for cash for the hotel room I had booked. Again, people in and out, no one appeared to notice anything.
Now..the big one was coming. I had booked a room at a hotel online, gave Julie's name and address (checked the box for Mrs. in case the clerk was a woman and noticed my “wedding” ring..lol!).You need ID to check in to most hotels. Knowing this, I got a fake drivers’ license on line (from the next state over from where I live, looks totally real), and a credit card in Julie’s name. Even when you pay cash you have to reserve with a card. Their web site was one that did not ask the zip code where the bill was sent, which is why I booked there,,license and card zip code would not have matched, not sure if that would have been any issue. Anyway, I figured by booking online and showing up with the matching documents, and paying cash, it would work out.
I had checked the lobby out in advance a few days ago, so I knew the setup and what to expect. Anyway, I walked on in with my suitcase rolling behind me and right up to the desk. The clerk was another young 20-something guy, kinda nerdy..perfect!(men are not observant, especially young men) A man came up right behind me waiting to check in also..wonder if he was checking out my butt..lol! Sorry, I can't help but find the humor in all this. Anyway, the clerk was on the phone, but got free in a couple minutes, during which time I tried to stay calm. Then he gets off and says, "may I help you Maam?" "Just checking in" I said. "Your name?" he said. "Julie Martin" I said, and offered him the printout of the email confirmation they had sent me. He found the reservation, went thru his spiel, and then asked for my ID and credit card, which I gave him, but told him I would pay cash. He said fine and took the license off to make a photocopy. He came back, said, " thank you Mrs. Martin", and gave me the key and directions to the room. I asked him what time breakfast was :-), he told me, I said thank you and headed to the elevator.
I must say that whole thing was a rush. There is no way that he or the other people in the lobby caught on, which felt pretty great!
So I get to the room, and 15 minutes later I am feeling like I want to risk a little more. So..I take off my coat and scarf, jack my boobs up a little to get the cleavage just right (thank you Nu Bra!), pull the purple shirt down to the danger line, and head back down to the lobby to get a drink and snack from the kiosk. I rummage around and find what I want, then ask the clerk "do I just pay for this here?" He said " sure I can do that for you". So I go up and give him a chance to get a good look, which he takes..lol..then he looks away. I pay him, say thanks, and start to walk away. He pipes up with "how are you finding everything so far?". I say, "wonderful, thanks", he says "anything at all I can do just let me know", I say "thank you I will", and head back to the room. Damn..I see why women get a charge out of flirting..not fair to the men folk :-). Another first, though quite funny given the real story!
So then it's about 5PM, and I decided to really take the plunge..I head for Uno. I walk in and the 20-something girl says, "one for dinner?". For some reason I was flustered (women are a harder sell!), and my voice got a little shaky..For some reason I thought it was more believable if I was going to meet my girlfriend, so I said so, but that she could seat me. She gave me a quizzical look, but said "right this way". At the booth I hung up my coat, and took off the scarf..another big step, as under close scrutiny the scarf gives me a sense of security..but I was on a roll.. The waitress showed up, I told her the same thing, she asked if I wanted a glass of wine or anything while I waited (if I was there as a guy she would have asked if I wanted a beer!), I yes, picked one off the menu, which she brought. When she checked back in with me, I told her my girlfriend had texted to cancel but I would go ahead and have a salad anyway. Ordered it, and while waiting for it had to pee again, so I hit the ladies room..uneventful. Made sure to arrange my shirt just so before going back to the table, figuring it could help pull the whole thing off if they saw some cleavage. Sashayed on back, no apparent suspicion from other customers at their booths. Anyway, ate 1/2 the salad and was full, waitress came with the bill, I took care of it and headed out to a "have a great night maam" from the hostess.
Then off to Kohl's at the suburban mall , where I tried on the low cut shirt in the other selfie pic. Then cruised through the mall doing the window shop thing (which I would NEVER do, but made the experience seem authentic). Went into Payless, tried on some purple sneakers, while I had them on and was looking at them in the full length mirror, the young clerk came by and said" those look great on you"..good salegirl lol. I said thanks, then tried on some other shoes that were way too tight, she came by again and said they looked great too..I bought the sneakers, had a bit of a conversation with her..so problem.
Back toward the hotel, stopped at Walgreens for some makeup remover and other un-Julie-ing supplies..again no problem..back to the hotel where the same clerk had a friendly greeting..and up to the room. 45 minutes later a 6' guy in a carhart jacket carrying a stuffed suitcase, walked out through the lobby without a word or glance at the clerk. Over to the truck dealership to leave the rental car and get my truck with my spare key..and home by 10.
Exhausting but exhilarating. Considering my M. O. and how complicated and time consuming the run-up to an outing is, the next one is probably Oct/Nov, which is just fine. I get lots of mileage out of this, and generally bury Julie for long periods anyway..it works!
Thanks for all who managed to read all this! Nice to have this forum to share. Best to you all.
Julie
PS. The purple shirt and glam shot did not upload..I'll try separately. Enjoy!
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wouldn't want to see you thrown into the county jail women's section...
