Persephone
08-03-2013, 03:38 AM
Today was pretty wild and funny.
While I was waking up the phone rang. It was the optometrists' office, my new glasses were ready.
A nice warm day here in the San Fernando Valley of California so I dressed in beige capris, a pink souvenir t-shirt from Pagosa Springs, Colorado (click here for backstory) (http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/showthread.php?195599-Travels-With-My-Sister-(Now-Complete!)) and white butterfly sandals.
I love my optometrists' office! Everyone, the doctors, the receptionists, the dispensing folk, all say "Hi Barbara!" when they see me. When you come from the years of the dark pain of maleness that we here all share it is the most wonderful feeling in the world.
One of the dispensing people, a delightful man, immediately motioned me over.
"I can take care of you, Barbara, I'll get your glasses right now."
We chatted about miscellaneous ordinary stuff as he checked the fit on my new Catherine Deneuve frames, satin slate with little jewels in the corners of the earpieces.
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/catherine-deneuveeyeglassescd310_zps29347808.jpg
They fit perfectly and the new lenses were as perfect as I've had in the past few years.
As he started to put my old glasses in the black Catherine Deneuve case I kidded him, saying "Don't you have a pink case?"
"I might," he said and came back with a bright pink Candie's case with a cluster of little hearts embossed into the lining.
After thanks and good-byes to everyone it was off to my scheduled manicure.
After she noticed and complimented my new glasses, we chatted about our lives, our children, and all the usual femme chit-chat as an hour went by and my manicurist filled my acrylics, applied polish with a final coat of a UV sensitive topcoat, and dried them under the light.
From there it was home for lunch. My spouse and I were "good girls," having salads and fruit.
After lunch I reverted to "boy mode," washing off my makeup and putting on work pants, a torn t-shirt, and my older Sophia Loren framed glasses to work on a classic antique tent trailer that we want to sell. We moved lots of debris from the top of it and around it as we started into the prep.
Meanwhile my son was texting me as he though he had a potential buyer who might want to come to see it tomorrow (Saturday).
That's when it suddenly dawned upon us that the title certificate was in the deposit box at the bank and that they would be closing soon!
Like the optometrists', the bank staff now knows me as a woman, so it was back into the shower and back into femme as quickly as possible. Pretty much the same outfit I'd worn in the morning, just a bit cut back on makeup in order to finish faster.
We went to the bank and got our box, going into one of the rooms to go through it and find the trailer title. With it in our posession we replaced the box into the vault and headed back home.
Meanwhile, our son texted that his prospect wouldn't be coming Saturday, but would we like to get together with him for dinner.
I could have easily stayed en femme, but I know that both he and my spouse have a slight preference for being with me in guy mode, so back at the house I did another quick change, this time to beige guy pants and a brown polo shirt, along with the contact lenses I normally wear in guy mode in some sort of attempt to disguise myself.
It doesn't work. I get woman-to-woman smiles from other women and frequently "Ma'm" from servers anyway, but my family feels I'm making the effort.
After dinner at the Sherman Oaks Galleria my son headed off to his date and my spouse and I went home to unwind from a busy day.
Hugs,
Persephone.
While I was waking up the phone rang. It was the optometrists' office, my new glasses were ready.
A nice warm day here in the San Fernando Valley of California so I dressed in beige capris, a pink souvenir t-shirt from Pagosa Springs, Colorado (click here for backstory) (http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/showthread.php?195599-Travels-With-My-Sister-(Now-Complete!)) and white butterfly sandals.
I love my optometrists' office! Everyone, the doctors, the receptionists, the dispensing folk, all say "Hi Barbara!" when they see me. When you come from the years of the dark pain of maleness that we here all share it is the most wonderful feeling in the world.
One of the dispensing people, a delightful man, immediately motioned me over.
"I can take care of you, Barbara, I'll get your glasses right now."
We chatted about miscellaneous ordinary stuff as he checked the fit on my new Catherine Deneuve frames, satin slate with little jewels in the corners of the earpieces.
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/catherine-deneuveeyeglassescd310_zps29347808.jpg
They fit perfectly and the new lenses were as perfect as I've had in the past few years.
As he started to put my old glasses in the black Catherine Deneuve case I kidded him, saying "Don't you have a pink case?"
"I might," he said and came back with a bright pink Candie's case with a cluster of little hearts embossed into the lining.
After thanks and good-byes to everyone it was off to my scheduled manicure.
After she noticed and complimented my new glasses, we chatted about our lives, our children, and all the usual femme chit-chat as an hour went by and my manicurist filled my acrylics, applied polish with a final coat of a UV sensitive topcoat, and dried them under the light.
From there it was home for lunch. My spouse and I were "good girls," having salads and fruit.
After lunch I reverted to "boy mode," washing off my makeup and putting on work pants, a torn t-shirt, and my older Sophia Loren framed glasses to work on a classic antique tent trailer that we want to sell. We moved lots of debris from the top of it and around it as we started into the prep.
Meanwhile my son was texting me as he though he had a potential buyer who might want to come to see it tomorrow (Saturday).
That's when it suddenly dawned upon us that the title certificate was in the deposit box at the bank and that they would be closing soon!
Like the optometrists', the bank staff now knows me as a woman, so it was back into the shower and back into femme as quickly as possible. Pretty much the same outfit I'd worn in the morning, just a bit cut back on makeup in order to finish faster.
We went to the bank and got our box, going into one of the rooms to go through it and find the trailer title. With it in our posession we replaced the box into the vault and headed back home.
Meanwhile, our son texted that his prospect wouldn't be coming Saturday, but would we like to get together with him for dinner.
I could have easily stayed en femme, but I know that both he and my spouse have a slight preference for being with me in guy mode, so back at the house I did another quick change, this time to beige guy pants and a brown polo shirt, along with the contact lenses I normally wear in guy mode in some sort of attempt to disguise myself.
It doesn't work. I get woman-to-woman smiles from other women and frequently "Ma'm" from servers anyway, but my family feels I'm making the effort.
After dinner at the Sherman Oaks Galleria my son headed off to his date and my spouse and I went home to unwind from a busy day.
Hugs,
Persephone.