GeminaRenee
12-21-2011, 03:15 AM
Hey everyone! So, it's been an interesting couple of days in my world, and I thought I would share with everyone. I feel a little self-centered doing so, but I don't get to share my girllife with many people, so here goes...
I'd had a long weekend, and some sad circumstances led to me seeing my ex-SO for the first time in over three years. She was always supportive, but life led us on different paths. Now she has a new guy in her world, c'est la vie I guess, and though we keep in touch, we don't see each other in person, really. But the extenuating nature of the weekend placed us face to face again after all this time.
At one point, she asked if I was still dressing, and of course the answer was yes. She offered me a little 80's style dress and an off-the-shoulder sweater that she no longer wanted, and of course I wasn't going to say no! So I tried it on and we both liked it. After saying our goodbyes I rushed home to get femme.
For this evening, I had already had the thought that I would go out wearing my new heels. I had a rented movie that needed returning, so that seemed like a logical step out. I just thought I would go late at night, wearing mostly boy clothes, but heels with it all. Of course, coming home and getting glammed up changed the shape of my purpose just a little.
To watch the movie, I got dolled up in the new dress, some makeup, garters, stockings, and of course the new heels. The whole shebang! I started to think that I might just put on my rather shapeless trench coat and go out like that. But I had reservations. For one, platform heels and seamed stockings, even under a trench might attract more up close attention than I wanted, even given the low number of people out at 2 am. So instead I kept the top, put on some boy jeans (of course, I like my boy jeans to be tight and flared, so it was still a rather femme look, I thought) and a form-fitting windbreaker that could also go either way.
The movie ended, and 2 am hit. I opened my front door, took a cautious look around the neighborhood, and stepped out of the house as a girl for the first time in nearly ten years, and for the first time ever - alone!
I click-clacked my way out to the car and got in. This was the first time I had ever driven in heels. I had a nagging thought that 5 inch stilettos might not afford the best learning curve, but I wasn't turning back now. I eased out of the neighborhood and onto the main road. I was nervous, for one because I didn't want to miss a pedal - or hit the wrong one altogether - because of my new, unfamiliar foot positioning.
Luckily, the roads were pretty barren, and I didn't have too much trouble. I drove the mile and a half to the video store and pulled in. No-one nearby, just a water department crew across the intersection. With a quick breath, I got out and strolled as confidently as I could into the vestibule, deposited my business, and turned to get back to the car. All the heel practice I've done at home, and still I had to be careful not to turn an ankle!
Back in the car, I pulled out and headed back home. As I got closer, "Epic" by Faith No More came on the stereo. Inspired by a fave song, I decided I wasn't going home just yet. I decided to drive around town a little. As I passed the McDonalds, I had the crazy idea that I should order something in the drive-thru, but I didn't know what to get. A drink seemed easiest, but it was far too late for coffee. I didn't want any food (it sucks, for one!) and I had this paranoid idea that my never-used femme voice might give me away to some teenage thugs working inside, and that they might spit in it or worse. I decided for a milkshake, something I could see being prepared. I took an extra spin around the block to practice my femme voice. Marcy Playground's "Sex and Candy" came on the radio. I was emboldened.
At a stop light, I pulled up next to a cab driver. I pulled a little in front of him, just to see, but looked straight ahead. He pulled up a little, whether itching to hit the green or to check me out, I don't know. I'm not interested in men who aren't dressed, but the idea of being checked out by a presumably straight boy is a bit of a thrill, I will admit. As he turned left at the light, I looked over to see, but missed it. Oh well. If I continue on these little adventures, I'm sure I will have answer before too long!
With a breath of defiance, I pulled into McD's and went around to the drive through lane. I strongly debated retreat. But I knew I could not. I was all in now! I pulled up, and the girl (thank god!) asked for my order. My well rehearsed "Yes, I'd like a small chocolate shake please" tumbled forth from my lips. My voice cracked. Ugh! She replied that I couldn't order a shake after 2 a.m due to the shake machine cleaning regimen. Both disappointed and relieved, I managed an "Oh, ok. Thank you!" And I sped off out of the parking lot.
I returned home to "Learning to Fly" by Pink Floyd, and I felt like I was floating. Several firsts for me in one night. Even before I turned in, I knew that I would be back around one-thirty on a night coming soon, to finally bring my milkshake to the yard.
Finally, home safe, I shut the door behind me and sighed. I'm really glad I've decided to take my dressing to a new level. Hope you liked my story as much as I had fun sharing it with you!
PS - I took some pics of tonight's two outfits and posted them in the pics forum under "First Face Pics," if anyone wants to see. Be kind though - they are, as the name strongly suggests, my first face pics.
Goodnight everyone! I'm going to bed a thrilled girl!! (:
I'd had a long weekend, and some sad circumstances led to me seeing my ex-SO for the first time in over three years. She was always supportive, but life led us on different paths. Now she has a new guy in her world, c'est la vie I guess, and though we keep in touch, we don't see each other in person, really. But the extenuating nature of the weekend placed us face to face again after all this time.
At one point, she asked if I was still dressing, and of course the answer was yes. She offered me a little 80's style dress and an off-the-shoulder sweater that she no longer wanted, and of course I wasn't going to say no! So I tried it on and we both liked it. After saying our goodbyes I rushed home to get femme.
For this evening, I had already had the thought that I would go out wearing my new heels. I had a rented movie that needed returning, so that seemed like a logical step out. I just thought I would go late at night, wearing mostly boy clothes, but heels with it all. Of course, coming home and getting glammed up changed the shape of my purpose just a little.
To watch the movie, I got dolled up in the new dress, some makeup, garters, stockings, and of course the new heels. The whole shebang! I started to think that I might just put on my rather shapeless trench coat and go out like that. But I had reservations. For one, platform heels and seamed stockings, even under a trench might attract more up close attention than I wanted, even given the low number of people out at 2 am. So instead I kept the top, put on some boy jeans (of course, I like my boy jeans to be tight and flared, so it was still a rather femme look, I thought) and a form-fitting windbreaker that could also go either way.
The movie ended, and 2 am hit. I opened my front door, took a cautious look around the neighborhood, and stepped out of the house as a girl for the first time in nearly ten years, and for the first time ever - alone!
I click-clacked my way out to the car and got in. This was the first time I had ever driven in heels. I had a nagging thought that 5 inch stilettos might not afford the best learning curve, but I wasn't turning back now. I eased out of the neighborhood and onto the main road. I was nervous, for one because I didn't want to miss a pedal - or hit the wrong one altogether - because of my new, unfamiliar foot positioning.
Luckily, the roads were pretty barren, and I didn't have too much trouble. I drove the mile and a half to the video store and pulled in. No-one nearby, just a water department crew across the intersection. With a quick breath, I got out and strolled as confidently as I could into the vestibule, deposited my business, and turned to get back to the car. All the heel practice I've done at home, and still I had to be careful not to turn an ankle!
Back in the car, I pulled out and headed back home. As I got closer, "Epic" by Faith No More came on the stereo. Inspired by a fave song, I decided I wasn't going home just yet. I decided to drive around town a little. As I passed the McDonalds, I had the crazy idea that I should order something in the drive-thru, but I didn't know what to get. A drink seemed easiest, but it was far too late for coffee. I didn't want any food (it sucks, for one!) and I had this paranoid idea that my never-used femme voice might give me away to some teenage thugs working inside, and that they might spit in it or worse. I decided for a milkshake, something I could see being prepared. I took an extra spin around the block to practice my femme voice. Marcy Playground's "Sex and Candy" came on the radio. I was emboldened.
At a stop light, I pulled up next to a cab driver. I pulled a little in front of him, just to see, but looked straight ahead. He pulled up a little, whether itching to hit the green or to check me out, I don't know. I'm not interested in men who aren't dressed, but the idea of being checked out by a presumably straight boy is a bit of a thrill, I will admit. As he turned left at the light, I looked over to see, but missed it. Oh well. If I continue on these little adventures, I'm sure I will have answer before too long!
With a breath of defiance, I pulled into McD's and went around to the drive through lane. I strongly debated retreat. But I knew I could not. I was all in now! I pulled up, and the girl (thank god!) asked for my order. My well rehearsed "Yes, I'd like a small chocolate shake please" tumbled forth from my lips. My voice cracked. Ugh! She replied that I couldn't order a shake after 2 a.m due to the shake machine cleaning regimen. Both disappointed and relieved, I managed an "Oh, ok. Thank you!" And I sped off out of the parking lot.
I returned home to "Learning to Fly" by Pink Floyd, and I felt like I was floating. Several firsts for me in one night. Even before I turned in, I knew that I would be back around one-thirty on a night coming soon, to finally bring my milkshake to the yard.
Finally, home safe, I shut the door behind me and sighed. I'm really glad I've decided to take my dressing to a new level. Hope you liked my story as much as I had fun sharing it with you!
PS - I took some pics of tonight's two outfits and posted them in the pics forum under "First Face Pics," if anyone wants to see. Be kind though - they are, as the name strongly suggests, my first face pics.
Goodnight everyone! I'm going to bed a thrilled girl!! (: