Wendy_Marie
08-21-2011, 11:52 PM
I am at the beginning of at least 4 weeks of free time to dress and go as I please since my wife is away...she knows of my dressing and is trying to deal with it in her own way and on her own schedule....but I fully tintend to make the best of this time and I promise not to make post after post with every little assorted details.
When I left the house already dressed this morning I had planned to make my usual stops hitting McDonalds for a Breakfast Burrito and a drink before heading out of town for the first 3-hour leg of my marathon drive today.
I arrived at McDonalds and lo and behold the line of cars for the drive thru stretched all the way around the building and spilled out into the street...I hadn't intended to go inside as I was in a hurry but when I saw that the counters had only a short line I steeled myself up, climbed out of the car and went in to place my order at the counter.
I knew that I was going to be changing at least twice today so I wore something simple including just a touch of foundation, light eye liner and lipstick....my khaki short, shorts...I'm talking Nair commercial, who wears short shorts...Shorts. My Pink V-Neck tee and my sandals...checking myself in the mirror I thought I looked very presentable.
No issues inside as I went without drawing any undue attention so I got my meal and hit the road...My next stop is my usual Rest Stop on the Interstate for a Sissy break...problem....the lot was full with approx 20-25 classic cars as there was a Route 66 event going on.
I almost chickened out but a strange calm came over me and I realized that if I could face this fear and the group of gear heads, wives/girlfriends and kids standing right at the entrance to the facility...then I could get through anything.
Walked up, went in and as I sat to do my buisness in the ladies...I felt light headed from the experience. Suddenly I heard this knock, knock on the wall of the stall and a ladies voice asked me if I could hand her some toilet tissue as the stall she was in was out.....Oh my, now I have to use the voice...I handed her several twist of tissue under the stall and said "here you go hun." in my best feminine voice....I was actually suprised at the sound which eminated from my mouth, it was almost believable.
She responded oh I like the polish on your toes....it's about the same color metal flake red as our car outside....:o "Thank You" I responded again...by this time I figured I had used up all my luck and headed for the door...suddenly I found myself face to face with an older lady coming in...she smiled and stepped aside just as lady numberone came out of the stall....I stopped at this point and busied myself washing my hands when she came up to me and asked me what polish I used....?
My daughter gave me this polish last week and its called Iced Merlot...Not sure who made it I said...I was feeling a bit nervous now and she must have sensed it because she thanked me, told me to have a nice day as she walked out with me just a step behind her.
I walked out of the facilty and made my way to the car without further incident and then took stock of what had just happened....I had just had a very nice encounter and chat with a pleasant Genetic Female in the middle of a very busy Ladies Restroom...even garnering a compliment on one aspect of my appearence anyway and the world didn't mysteriously implode or anything.
The rest of this day was cake compared to facing this fear....I made at least four other stops for bathroom breaks, food and fuel today while dressed. I encountered Men of all ages and backgrounds...from a well dressed man in a suit and tie who held the door for me at a conveience store...to a group of redneck gearhead types some covered in tattoos with the smell of WD-40 and Hi-Test on their hands.
If I can do it....then anyone can.
When I left the house already dressed this morning I had planned to make my usual stops hitting McDonalds for a Breakfast Burrito and a drink before heading out of town for the first 3-hour leg of my marathon drive today.
I arrived at McDonalds and lo and behold the line of cars for the drive thru stretched all the way around the building and spilled out into the street...I hadn't intended to go inside as I was in a hurry but when I saw that the counters had only a short line I steeled myself up, climbed out of the car and went in to place my order at the counter.
I knew that I was going to be changing at least twice today so I wore something simple including just a touch of foundation, light eye liner and lipstick....my khaki short, shorts...I'm talking Nair commercial, who wears short shorts...Shorts. My Pink V-Neck tee and my sandals...checking myself in the mirror I thought I looked very presentable.
No issues inside as I went without drawing any undue attention so I got my meal and hit the road...My next stop is my usual Rest Stop on the Interstate for a Sissy break...problem....the lot was full with approx 20-25 classic cars as there was a Route 66 event going on.
I almost chickened out but a strange calm came over me and I realized that if I could face this fear and the group of gear heads, wives/girlfriends and kids standing right at the entrance to the facility...then I could get through anything.
Walked up, went in and as I sat to do my buisness in the ladies...I felt light headed from the experience. Suddenly I heard this knock, knock on the wall of the stall and a ladies voice asked me if I could hand her some toilet tissue as the stall she was in was out.....Oh my, now I have to use the voice...I handed her several twist of tissue under the stall and said "here you go hun." in my best feminine voice....I was actually suprised at the sound which eminated from my mouth, it was almost believable.
She responded oh I like the polish on your toes....it's about the same color metal flake red as our car outside....:o "Thank You" I responded again...by this time I figured I had used up all my luck and headed for the door...suddenly I found myself face to face with an older lady coming in...she smiled and stepped aside just as lady numberone came out of the stall....I stopped at this point and busied myself washing my hands when she came up to me and asked me what polish I used....?
My daughter gave me this polish last week and its called Iced Merlot...Not sure who made it I said...I was feeling a bit nervous now and she must have sensed it because she thanked me, told me to have a nice day as she walked out with me just a step behind her.
I walked out of the facilty and made my way to the car without further incident and then took stock of what had just happened....I had just had a very nice encounter and chat with a pleasant Genetic Female in the middle of a very busy Ladies Restroom...even garnering a compliment on one aspect of my appearence anyway and the world didn't mysteriously implode or anything.
The rest of this day was cake compared to facing this fear....I made at least four other stops for bathroom breaks, food and fuel today while dressed. I encountered Men of all ages and backgrounds...from a well dressed man in a suit and tie who held the door for me at a conveience store...to a group of redneck gearhead types some covered in tattoos with the smell of WD-40 and Hi-Test on their hands.
If I can do it....then anyone can.