I decided when I moved to my new home city that I was going to be 'out' with my neighbors from day one. In that, I mean that if I want to go out en-femme, I am going to do so, regardless of who might see me or what time of day it is, and I am not going to try to hide or deny my femme side. At the same time, I'm not going door to door en-femme and introducing the neighbors to my girl side, nor am I bringing the topic up unnecessarily when they talk to me in male mode. I'll deal with each situation as it comes up, and answer any questions a neighbor may have, if they see and comment on anything they find unusual about me.
In male mode, I've met and chatted with the neighbors on either side of my new home, and the lady who lives straight across the street. Also, the neighbor who lives on the other side of the block behind my home, sharing my back fence, welcomed me with a bottle of champaign, and an offer to split the cost of replacing the aging fence that divides our properties with a newer, higher and more private one. I've since then talked with Cindy and her husband several times over the back fence, as we shaped up the plans for replacing that fence. Cindy knows I live here with my 20 year old daughter, but she hadn't met my daughter yet.
In all of those chats with my new neighbors, the neighbors couldn't help but see that I have pierced ears and painted nails, and shaved arms, but none commended on those girly features.
To date, I had only been spoken to by a neighbor once while I was en-femme - and that was a very brief chat with the guy next door, when I really needed to get inside and pee. He said, "Hi" as he was walking past my home from getting his mail, he commented that he was my neighbor, and I just said "Hi, nice to meet you" in reply and continued inside. He may not have even noticed my actual gender - he didn't act like he had seen me as anything but a woman.
Well, yesterday was the fifth day in a row that I had been out and about in daylight hours en-femme, and that whole time, not one of my neighbors encountered me at a close enough range to be recognizable at all. I had returned from getting my nails done, and was waiting for my daughter to finish her shower before the both of us were going out to dinner. I was waiting in the living room in full femme, ladies' high heeled boots, ladies' jeans with embroidered decorations, a nice blue 3/4 sleeve blouse, full daytime makeup with matte plum lipstick, and my long blond wig, breast forms and hip pads, and my purse sitting beside me on a table. In short, I was definitely feminine looking, but dressed to blend well for my planned outing to a mid-range restaurant.
The doorbell rang, and through the stained glass panel in the door I could see it was my back-fence neighbor, Cindy, on the porch. 'Well, she's going to meet Ceera now, I guess', I thought to myself, as I went to the door.
I answered the door while speaking in my female voice, and invited her to come inside. Cindy didn't look me over very closely, but thanked me for my time and immediately launched into discussing the plans for the fence. Since she wasn't commenting on my appearance, and was talking to me as if she realized who I was and didn't care about my looking like a lady, I gradually lowered my voice back to male range and we discussed the fence. While we were debating the merits of one fence style over another, and just as I decided to step out into the back yard and actually measure the current fence so Cindy and i could be certain of the current height of the fence, my daughter, dressed now for dinner in casual clothes, came into the room.
I heard them talking to each other as I left - my daughter mentioning that she was recovering from spraining her ankle. Then I closed the door, got the measurement, and returned.
When I got back, Cindy and I finished discussing the fence and deciding which style we would have installed, and she still hadn't reacted to my wearing female clothes and makeup, long hair, and having 40D tits. I almost thanked her for not reacting badly to my female appearance, but decided not to comment on it yet, as she hadn't commented on it to me yet. Why wave a red flag when the matter possibly might not have been noticed? Cindy departed, apparently satisfied with our fence plans and showing no concern about how I looked.
After Cindy left, I laughed and commented to my daughter, "Well, I guess that was a case of 'they see what they are expecting' - she didn't seem to notice I'm a girl today!"
My daughter replied, "Oh, she noticed, all right! Just after you stepped outside, she said to me, 'Wait a minute. That's Jay?', and I replied, 'Yep! That's my dad!' Then you came back in."
Apparently, when she first came in, Cindy had assumed she was talking to my daughter! But after learning it was me, she just rolled with it and decided not to comment to me about my appearance. Probably she didn't want to risk offending me, as she needs my cooperation in replacing that fence. Or maybe she just shrugged it off and doesn't care how I choose to comport myself, as long as I continue to be a good neighbor.
My daughter and I are wondering now at the afterthoughts our neighbor Cindy must be having. Except for our first meeting, she'd only talked to me over the back fence, so she might be asking herself, "How could I have missed that Jay is a girl?". Yet my daughter clearly called me "dad", and I'm certain I had told Cindy in an earlier conversation about us losing my wife to heart failure a few years earlier. So she knows me as a male.
I'm guessing that the next time I see Cindy, there will be questions to answer. But I also think she will be fine with me, given her lack of reaction yesterday.
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Dinner was also a bit interesting. My daughter and I have been to the same local restaurant two or three times before with me en-femme when we first got to this town, but since then, mostly I go there with my daughter while I am in male mode, and most of the staff know us as a father and daughter who are frequent customers. We have been going there almost every week for a couple of months now, and they know us well enough to guess accurately what we probably want to order.
So appearing there again as a girl, in the company of my daughter, it was somewhat interesting to observe their reactions. Or lack of reactions. The waitress we were assigned was not the one who has served us most often. She knew my daughter would want coffee, but asked me what my choice would be. She was very attentive as we enjoyed our meal and ordered desert.
At the end of the meal, the waitress brought the check and said, "Here you go. Have a nice evening, ladies." So apparently she accepted me as fully female, and may have assumed I was my daughter's mom or aunt - some female relative who also takes her out to eat when dad isn't around.
Originally Posted by sarah7391
, Can't wait for chapter #2 of the (Cindy) story...
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