While I mix n' match every day I hadn't done myself up enfemme for some time, a year or more.
That was to change this night.
I dug my makeup bag, forms, and other necessities out of their well nestled resting places and woke them to the sounds of clacking plastic as I collected my supplies.
Beginning my journey I set to work.
Like a bicycle it seems once once you learn you never forget and everything starting coming together. The painting, the tucking, the cinching, and the adjusting... Even my eye liner laid down perfect, though my contouring left a little(lot) to be desired. It's a skill I have yet to really master...
Flipping the wig back over my head my vision is blocked as I adjust and brush out the instrument of transformation. I brush the bangs to the left out of my eyes and bask in what's the real moment of transformation. Inspecting myself and making a few more adjustments I'm satisfied I'm the best fake I'm going to be. I grab a form fitting Lululemon jacket & a pair of Lululemon Studio Pants, which are one of my favorite things in the world, and a final inspection comes out favorably.
Being a clandestine operation, I dawn an oversized black hoodie to keep things on the down low as I slink out into the early AM darkness. Senses heightened like a cat I move swiftly, but nonchalantly and slide into the driver's seat as the door shuts a let out a sigh of relief. I started the car, ditched the offensive hoodie, and set out on my way. A trip to the post office to move around and get some air, ....and I like to see myself in the large windows. :^)
A country blacktop road. A stop sign. It's a T junction.
Three way stop and a blind turn.
Right turn.
Cop.
On the shoulder, left side. I get off the gas as my headlights light up the reflectors of something I hoped not to see.
Trying not to seem suspect I regain my composure and start accelerating to the speed limit. I pass the object of my shock and look into the mirror.
The patrol car's taillights come on.
A little backstory, I live & work in a relatively small town. The cops here all have body cameras. Getting pulled over, beyond that embarrassment, would certainly have the story spread all over town with proof. Needless to say I'm deep in the closet as any revelation toward my eccentric activities has the potential to cost me my job and much more. Before I leave I tell myself I shouldn't do this as some curios officer is going to find a reason to pull you over and you'll be ruined.
Back to the story, my heart sinks and I resign myself to defeat.
Now I know this cop knows me as he's nailed me before in the same spot for some nonsense reason simply because he wanted to look at the classic car I have. A truck was at the left stop sign and moved right after I did, my mirrors are now full of nothing but his headlights.
I can't see the cop, but I know he's coming.
I'm numb.
A little down the road I take a right. I'm watching.
There's no one following me.
The relief.
That one was too close for comfort.
Originally Posted by Joyce P.
