Persephone
12-13-2013, 03:25 AM
Work up this morning (that's always a good thing!).
My spouse had a doctor's appointment and since they were likely to dialate her eyes I was going with her. I'm known en femme at the doctor's, so I prepped and got ready en femme. Pants, top, and wedge heeled shoes, a bit of makeup, jewelry and off we went.
At this time of year I usually bake some brownies to take over to the doctor's office but we came home from a 4,500 mile road trip (7,200+ km) late on Tuesday night and I just hadn't had time.
So we stopped off at the supermarket and I rushed in to get some holiday cookies and a greeting card. While there I stopped off at the pharmacy to check on some prescriptions (they know me en femme too).
We continued on to the doctor's, checked in and gave them the cookies. They beamed smiles of thanks, forgave me for not having baked, and spread the word among our favorite doctors and staff that there were now cookies in the break room.
My spouse's appointment went fine.
On the way home we stopped off at Trader Joe's to pick up a few items. Also a place where I'm known en femme.
Once back at the house I went into a warp speed change to get ready for my biweekly "guy's lunch." Remove makeup, change jewelry, get into men's pants and polo shirt and head out.
We had our usual lunch but I had a little problem. Two tables away was one of the women who works at the women's gym I have been a member of!
Her back was to me, but she made several trips to the buffet, walking right past me. Since I pretended not to notice her, made no eye contact with her, and continued an animated conversation as a guy she just walked by and never noticed me.
Whew! One bullet dodged!
After lunch, and still recovering from the road trip, I headed home and grabbed a half hour nap.
Then it was off to my monthly women's group dinner!
Back into makeup, femme top and pants, and jewelry and within a half hour we were ready to leave.
Our women's group has about 45 members (all gg's except for me) and about 20-25 attend any monthly meeting. I sat surrounded by women friends as we ate dinner and chatted.
The conversations are very different, of course, much more intimate than the guy ones. We discussed our lives, our Thanksgiving trips or activities, etc.
But women are also much more open about their health and their bodies and one of the women started a conversation about how one of her breasts had become much smaller because of radiation treatment for breast cancer. So the group immediately around me discussed breast issues for a while.
Just as we finished dinner, around 8 p.m., I received a text from my son. He wanted to know if we would like to join him for dinner. We really hadn't had a chance to sit and talk with him since we'd returned from our trip, so we agreed to meet him.
It would be fine for us to get together with me en femme, he has no problem with that, but I kinda felt that since we really hadn't visited with him for three weeks it would kinda be nice if "dear old Dad" was around.
So we went back to the house and, while waiting for him, I changed back into guy mode.
He arrived a few minutes later and we went off to dinner with him. We spent about an hour-and-a-half catching up back and forth over the past several weeks while he ate dinner.
He came back to our house, said "Good night," and headed home.
Another typical day. (Be sure to see my second message that's about eight mesages down this thread!)
Hugs,
Persephone.
My spouse had a doctor's appointment and since they were likely to dialate her eyes I was going with her. I'm known en femme at the doctor's, so I prepped and got ready en femme. Pants, top, and wedge heeled shoes, a bit of makeup, jewelry and off we went.
At this time of year I usually bake some brownies to take over to the doctor's office but we came home from a 4,500 mile road trip (7,200+ km) late on Tuesday night and I just hadn't had time.
So we stopped off at the supermarket and I rushed in to get some holiday cookies and a greeting card. While there I stopped off at the pharmacy to check on some prescriptions (they know me en femme too).
We continued on to the doctor's, checked in and gave them the cookies. They beamed smiles of thanks, forgave me for not having baked, and spread the word among our favorite doctors and staff that there were now cookies in the break room.
My spouse's appointment went fine.
On the way home we stopped off at Trader Joe's to pick up a few items. Also a place where I'm known en femme.
Once back at the house I went into a warp speed change to get ready for my biweekly "guy's lunch." Remove makeup, change jewelry, get into men's pants and polo shirt and head out.
We had our usual lunch but I had a little problem. Two tables away was one of the women who works at the women's gym I have been a member of!
Her back was to me, but she made several trips to the buffet, walking right past me. Since I pretended not to notice her, made no eye contact with her, and continued an animated conversation as a guy she just walked by and never noticed me.
Whew! One bullet dodged!
After lunch, and still recovering from the road trip, I headed home and grabbed a half hour nap.
Then it was off to my monthly women's group dinner!
Back into makeup, femme top and pants, and jewelry and within a half hour we were ready to leave.
Our women's group has about 45 members (all gg's except for me) and about 20-25 attend any monthly meeting. I sat surrounded by women friends as we ate dinner and chatted.
The conversations are very different, of course, much more intimate than the guy ones. We discussed our lives, our Thanksgiving trips or activities, etc.
But women are also much more open about their health and their bodies and one of the women started a conversation about how one of her breasts had become much smaller because of radiation treatment for breast cancer. So the group immediately around me discussed breast issues for a while.
Just as we finished dinner, around 8 p.m., I received a text from my son. He wanted to know if we would like to join him for dinner. We really hadn't had a chance to sit and talk with him since we'd returned from our trip, so we agreed to meet him.
It would be fine for us to get together with me en femme, he has no problem with that, but I kinda felt that since we really hadn't visited with him for three weeks it would kinda be nice if "dear old Dad" was around.
So we went back to the house and, while waiting for him, I changed back into guy mode.
He arrived a few minutes later and we went off to dinner with him. We spent about an hour-and-a-half catching up back and forth over the past several weeks while he ate dinner.
He came back to our house, said "Good night," and headed home.
Another typical day. (Be sure to see my second message that's about eight mesages down this thread!)
Hugs,
Persephone.