Lauren Richards
08-25-2005, 10:03 PM
Well Ladies, it has taken a while, with a few long absences thrown in, to reach the magic 100th post. Thought I would save it for something special.
The other night I was feeling adventurous and decided to dress up and go to a local casino, located about 30 miles away. I wanted to blend, so wore some tight blue jeans (they fit me better a few years ago, and I hope they fit with more room again soon) over the appropriate thigh and butt pads to give me a more female form, and various waist cinching and bust enhancing items from Lauren's closet. Tucked the "naughty nipples" into my bra, and with just enough lingerie and perky headlights showing thru my blouse, slipped on my size 24W coat and drove up the Interstate.
Yes, I like to have a little nipple available to distract anyone from the rest of me while out. I would rather folks be distracted by a glimpse of what may be just below my bra than focusing on my nearly 6'2" frame. Distraction and misdirection are a girls best friends, along with confidence and a great pair of heels! Flats, tonight. I'll save those heels for another time when I can slip into my favorite skirt.
When I got to the casino, I spent a couple of minutes in the parking lot brushing my hair and touching up my lipstick (love the taste and feel of lipstick!) and makeup, then walked right thru the front door. It was about 11:30pm, and there were lots of people playing slots, eating at the restaurants, and playing the table games. If anyone noticed me, it didn't pay any attention to it. I figured I belonged there, and if that was how I acted, then it was less likely that I would bring attention to myself. Slipped $10 (big spender) into the machine which dispenses vouchers for the slots, walked around a little, played a few machines, and finally ran out of money. I had been there about 20 minutes, and as it was late and I still had to drive home and get ready for work the next day, I casually walked back out the front door. Had a little sway to my walk, and smiled to myself as I headed to the my car. A great night!
Got home and parked in front of the house, and decided to walk around the block instead of going inside. Probably not a good choice as it was late, and what real woman would be walking around in a residential neighborhood after 1:00am? I was feeling good, and ignoring my better instinct (woman's intuition?), walked down the block and turned at the first corner. That is when it got interesting.
I was about half way down the block when a car approached me from behind. Every other time this had happened, the car kept going. This time, the car stopped!! Right next to me!!. The passenger window of the minivan rolled down, and although it was fairly dark, I could see an attractive woman sitting behind the wheel. What a relief! She said, "Don't worry, this isn't anything weird, I'm a girl, too." She had stopped to see if I needed help. Woman to woman, extending a helping hand. I knew the minute I said anything, my birth gender would be known. I gently took one step toward the car, tipped my head a little, and quietly said "Well, unfortunatley, I'm not". She look surprised, but not horrified, so I added, "I was just out for a walk in the night air." We nodded in acknowledgement of the mutually uncomfortable moment, and then she said "Ok", and drove off, turning left at the next corner.
It was an amazing blend. Delight and sadness. To have been mistaken for a women, to have a woman extend herself to me as a woman, only to have to admit I was only dressed that way.
I wonder if she is looking around the neighborhood now, wondering who it was she met that night. Well, it was Lauren, and I'm looking for the minivan. Maybe we'll meet on the street during the day some time, and maybe I'll be the only one who knows for sure that we have already met.
Have fun out there, or wherever it is that you are comfortable being yourself, and fully be whichever piece of your blend which happens to be at the front of the line at the time. I can twist wrenches under a car, work over a spreadsheet until it sings, or preen in front of the mirror, working on the perfect lip line. It's all good. Take care, ladies.
Lauren
The other night I was feeling adventurous and decided to dress up and go to a local casino, located about 30 miles away. I wanted to blend, so wore some tight blue jeans (they fit me better a few years ago, and I hope they fit with more room again soon) over the appropriate thigh and butt pads to give me a more female form, and various waist cinching and bust enhancing items from Lauren's closet. Tucked the "naughty nipples" into my bra, and with just enough lingerie and perky headlights showing thru my blouse, slipped on my size 24W coat and drove up the Interstate.
Yes, I like to have a little nipple available to distract anyone from the rest of me while out. I would rather folks be distracted by a glimpse of what may be just below my bra than focusing on my nearly 6'2" frame. Distraction and misdirection are a girls best friends, along with confidence and a great pair of heels! Flats, tonight. I'll save those heels for another time when I can slip into my favorite skirt.
When I got to the casino, I spent a couple of minutes in the parking lot brushing my hair and touching up my lipstick (love the taste and feel of lipstick!) and makeup, then walked right thru the front door. It was about 11:30pm, and there were lots of people playing slots, eating at the restaurants, and playing the table games. If anyone noticed me, it didn't pay any attention to it. I figured I belonged there, and if that was how I acted, then it was less likely that I would bring attention to myself. Slipped $10 (big spender) into the machine which dispenses vouchers for the slots, walked around a little, played a few machines, and finally ran out of money. I had been there about 20 minutes, and as it was late and I still had to drive home and get ready for work the next day, I casually walked back out the front door. Had a little sway to my walk, and smiled to myself as I headed to the my car. A great night!
Got home and parked in front of the house, and decided to walk around the block instead of going inside. Probably not a good choice as it was late, and what real woman would be walking around in a residential neighborhood after 1:00am? I was feeling good, and ignoring my better instinct (woman's intuition?), walked down the block and turned at the first corner. That is when it got interesting.
I was about half way down the block when a car approached me from behind. Every other time this had happened, the car kept going. This time, the car stopped!! Right next to me!!. The passenger window of the minivan rolled down, and although it was fairly dark, I could see an attractive woman sitting behind the wheel. What a relief! She said, "Don't worry, this isn't anything weird, I'm a girl, too." She had stopped to see if I needed help. Woman to woman, extending a helping hand. I knew the minute I said anything, my birth gender would be known. I gently took one step toward the car, tipped my head a little, and quietly said "Well, unfortunatley, I'm not". She look surprised, but not horrified, so I added, "I was just out for a walk in the night air." We nodded in acknowledgement of the mutually uncomfortable moment, and then she said "Ok", and drove off, turning left at the next corner.
It was an amazing blend. Delight and sadness. To have been mistaken for a women, to have a woman extend herself to me as a woman, only to have to admit I was only dressed that way.
I wonder if she is looking around the neighborhood now, wondering who it was she met that night. Well, it was Lauren, and I'm looking for the minivan. Maybe we'll meet on the street during the day some time, and maybe I'll be the only one who knows for sure that we have already met.
Have fun out there, or wherever it is that you are comfortable being yourself, and fully be whichever piece of your blend which happens to be at the front of the line at the time. I can twist wrenches under a car, work over a spreadsheet until it sings, or preen in front of the mirror, working on the perfect lip line. It's all good. Take care, ladies.
Lauren