I was homeward bound yesterday morning - all excited, with every reason for being so at the prospect of being reunited with my SO. But that's another story!) I'd shaved my legs and had donned a black garter belt, black Kayser stockings and nice black knickers - all concealed underneath the drabs. Went through check-in with all the rigmarole of the times (wondering whether the little metal motif in front of my garter belt would trigger the metal alarm; then decided it was probably a plastic doovery anyway). Finally through, and heading for the hospitality suite I realised I was preceded by two Flight Attendants (I'm of the school which still thinks of them as "Hosties"). As we went up the long escalator I had ample time to study them - their body shape, legs, calves, bums, shoes and for the life of me I thought "If I was wearing a black skirt and my favourite heels I would beat them both hands down!
I was astonished at my appraisal as previously, in such a situation, my thoughts were always that of the predatory male (allbeit, these days, one with all his fangs drawn!) It was the same on board the a/craft. My window seat had been taken by a tourist who thought C was A but I condescended to let him stay there so that I could study the flight staff (the girls that is - the blokes don't interest me). My object was to compare their femininity with mine!
Hitherto they were always objects of sexual attraction, but now have become a measuring stick for my own perception of femininity. Have I reached another level in CD-ing? Perhaps some of you more experienced girls can clarify for me.
Originally Posted by Gail Evans
