sandra-leigh
04-26-2011, 12:26 PM
This was four day weekend for me, and the other people who live with me were all away. It would have been a perfect opportunity to Dress Up and Go Out, or Dress Up and go out in public, or practice my makeup, or wear things I don't normally wear.
What I actually did, though, was:
* Friday: slept a lot (though it was in a pink female nightie that is too short for me to wear around the house normally). Didn't go outside at all.
* Saturday: got up late, wore one of my standard ambiguous tops and a plain-ish brown skirt because I couldn't be bothered finding anything nicer; went to my massage appointment that way; afterwards went to a cafe near work for lunch that way, then got a manicure with metallic pink polish; went to a store and tried on a skirt and jacket; went to a mall and bought some books and a little food; went home tired. I was thinking of going to bed after that, but an acquaintance nudged me in to going out to a drag show to help protect another acquaintance, so I changed in to a long red dress and went to that. The drag show didn't seem very interesting to me, and I got a headache from the thud of the music.
* Sunday: sat or layed around in my nightie, eventually put on the same top and brown skirt as the day before. Didn't go outside at all.
* Monday: got up late, sat around in my nightie more. Put on the brown skirt and a new top because I was expecting a delivery. Answered the door that way for the delivery. Didn't go outside at all.
Rest of the time through the long weekend: sleeping or reading or munching food or volunteering my time answering computer questions.
By Monday afternoon, I had a feeling of having been "cheating", "playing hookey" from my cross-dressing and transgendered progress. Yes, I know I was in female clothes the entire time, but instead of "working on" my dressing skills or taking the opportunity to go out in public, I was spending looong hours reformatting people's computer questions to be readable, correcting their spelling, working on some simultaneous equations, and so on. What I was wearing was more like being a slob around the house.
Guess it's time to get ready for the work week now (though I worked so long on the computer that I need a holiday from my holiday!). Only question now is whether I dare to wear this obvious polish at work...
What I actually did, though, was:
* Friday: slept a lot (though it was in a pink female nightie that is too short for me to wear around the house normally). Didn't go outside at all.
* Saturday: got up late, wore one of my standard ambiguous tops and a plain-ish brown skirt because I couldn't be bothered finding anything nicer; went to my massage appointment that way; afterwards went to a cafe near work for lunch that way, then got a manicure with metallic pink polish; went to a store and tried on a skirt and jacket; went to a mall and bought some books and a little food; went home tired. I was thinking of going to bed after that, but an acquaintance nudged me in to going out to a drag show to help protect another acquaintance, so I changed in to a long red dress and went to that. The drag show didn't seem very interesting to me, and I got a headache from the thud of the music.
* Sunday: sat or layed around in my nightie, eventually put on the same top and brown skirt as the day before. Didn't go outside at all.
* Monday: got up late, sat around in my nightie more. Put on the brown skirt and a new top because I was expecting a delivery. Answered the door that way for the delivery. Didn't go outside at all.
Rest of the time through the long weekend: sleeping or reading or munching food or volunteering my time answering computer questions.
By Monday afternoon, I had a feeling of having been "cheating", "playing hookey" from my cross-dressing and transgendered progress. Yes, I know I was in female clothes the entire time, but instead of "working on" my dressing skills or taking the opportunity to go out in public, I was spending looong hours reformatting people's computer questions to be readable, correcting their spelling, working on some simultaneous equations, and so on. What I was wearing was more like being a slob around the house.
Guess it's time to get ready for the work week now (though I worked so long on the computer that I need a holiday from my holiday!). Only question now is whether I dare to wear this obvious polish at work...