I Am Paula
09-27-2012, 10:09 AM
I have to go to a funeral on saturday. My mother asked if I could dress in guy clothes. I'm as stiff as a cigar store indian in drab, it's not natural at all. I've been drabbing myself all day. Cut my nails. Take off earrings, put in studs. Find old pair of wingtip shoes in back of closet. On my way to buy a suit and shirt. Da*n! no guy socks! I don't have a male wallet, I'll just cram my stuff in my pockets. Dump out purse on kitchen table. Need-mirror, concealer, kleenex, nail file, change purse, brush, lip balm. Don't need- lipstick, five perfume samples, compact. This is NEVER gonna fit in my pockets. Lose the leopard iphone cover. Oh no, my toenails are painted. No men's cologne or deodorant. My only tie has a Santa Claus on it!
I look in the mirror, see mostly guy looking back...well, mostly guy with streaked bleached blonde hair. This will have to do. Now, how to act like guy...
Don't cross thighs. Burp after drinking. Shake hands. Use men's room and stand up to pee!!!
This is going to be a challenge.
I look over at my wife. She's packed a black dress and pantyhose and she's ready to go! It's sooo much easier just to be a girl.
I look in the mirror, see mostly guy looking back...well, mostly guy with streaked bleached blonde hair. This will have to do. Now, how to act like guy...
Don't cross thighs. Burp after drinking. Shake hands. Use men's room and stand up to pee!!!
This is going to be a challenge.
I look over at my wife. She's packed a black dress and pantyhose and she's ready to go! It's sooo much easier just to be a girl.