Hi all, just have to share about last weekend. Life has been difficult recently (nothing to do with CDing - just work and family stuff), and it'd been a couple of months since I was able to spend a day as Daphne.
Anyway, the wife and kids were away for the weekend, so when I finished work on Saturday lunchtime, I was straight home, showered, shaved, dressed, and did my make- up. I did a few jobs and some work around the house, and cooked and ate dinner. I love the taste of lipstick on my lips, but seeing it on glasses and mugs is just heaven.
I justhappenned to find myself walking past virtually every mirro in the house, just accidentally of course...
I even ventured out for an evening walk. I had a drive around town, then parked up at a residential area not far from the city centre. It was the first time I have been out for a walk where other people were out walking, or driving past. I could see see some people glancing in my direction, but no-one stopped, stared, pointed or laughed, so it went well!What an exhilerating experience. And seeing your reflection in mirrors at home is one thing, but to see yourself reflected in shop windows 'out in the wild' is incredible.
Back home, I looked out an outfit for the morning, and hung it on the wardrobe door. It was fantastic to lie there in bed, looking at it, knowing that it didn't have to be hidden, and that's what I'd, be wearing tomorrow. I slept in silky pyjamas, with my breast forms in. What a joy to wake up still feeling them there, and with nail polish still on my fingers.
I quickly got dressed and did my make-up in about half-an-hour, and had a morning as Daphne as well.
Sadly, I had to be back in normal mode by lunchtime, and I had my usual debate with myself in the mirror about whether I really, really, had to change back. Of course not changing back just isn't an option, so as reluctantly as ever I had to say goodbye to Daphne. Hopefully it won't be as long before next time...
Oh, and one funny comment the wife made when I met up with her was that I 'smelled funny... like plastic..' A relative walked in, so I couldn't tell her that it was actually some of HER perfume from the previous day. Some day soon, I'll return the compliment, and say to her "That perfume's nice honey, it smells like plastic!"
) to scrub it all off and pack it all away until next time...
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