ChristinaK
09-04-2015, 10:06 PM
For the last two days, I have had the luxury of being exclusively Christina. I have been travelling long distances in my car and have had an extremely surprising yet satisfying trip.
First, I got my hair styled yesterday before I started in a very feminine hair style. I was nervous about exposing myself without a wig, but have found that my natural hair has resulted in many fewer glances than when in a wig.
Yesterday, I hit five ladies rooms, mostly at rest stops. Not once did anybody at any time seem to notice, even when washing my hands next to another woman; and, I'm 6'1". I walked past many people and nobody noticed me at all. When I checked in at at a hotel, I had to show my ID, which resulted in no reaction at all. Very cool, even though they knew.
Today, it was the same with a few exceptions. First, I was refueling and washing my windshield when a small car containing 6 Hispanic young men pulled up next to me. My angst and anxiety spiked as my imagination had me being pummeled by a group of guys that thought I was trying to push false goods. As they exited, they all checked me out as I washed my windshield. They stretched and talked Spanish to each other, with all of them facing in my direction and checking me out. The looks absolutely were not the "guy in a dress" looks. I got to experience what so many women do. It's kind of hard to put into words since I've never experienced that from women when in guy mode. I felt weird and felt somewhat indignant; flattering yet not. Does that make sense? Women have it tougher than us, that's for sure.
Second, I decided to imbibe in a glass or two of vino. I spied a market, parked and entered. It was a very depressed economic area in a small town. That greatly concerned me as it occurs to me that crossdressing is a luxury for those that can afford two genders worth of clothes. Second, it has been my experience that people from lower economic echelons tend to speak their mind readily, without worrying about being PC. I grew up that way, so don't beat me up too much, please.
I walked past many people. None seemed to notice the middle aged, 6 foot, broad-shouldered woman dressed better than anybody else. After picking up the bottle, I was walking to a register when my heart stopped. Two teen aged girls walking toward me! The dreaded teenagers! They both glanced at me, but were conversing and laughing about something else. Next, two teen aged boys! OMG! The second most dreaded category. Again, they glanced, but no hint of recognition. Whew! Disaster and ridicule avoided twice within minutes!
Next, the dreaded line. The LONG dreaded line that formed immediately behind me when a cashier opened in front of me. ALL eyes on me. I was asked by the girl for my ID. I deftly avoided the crowd from eyeing my ID while exposing it to the cashier. She took it, looked hard at me, looked back at the ID, and just when I thought this whole thing was going to go to hell, she smiled brightly while looking at my ID. She thanked me, showed me how to cheat on "the test" when swiping my card, then thanked me and wished me a good night, which I returned brightly.
The thoughts I came away with during my travels are:
-natural hair is preferable to a wig
-people really don't pay attention to those around them
-if you look like a girl, act like a girl and act naturally, people figure you're a girl, even with a five o'clock shadow.
-you can go almost anywhere en femme with success if you just act naturally and try to blend in.
-you can comfortably be your feminine self all day long without worry. It's a satisfying feeling.
In a previous post, I mentioned travelling through the South in man mode, with long hair (for today), clean shaven, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, resulting in MANY disturbing looks, with one woman outright laughing at me. Go figure. In that environment, I guess I stood out as an oddity (no beard, no goatee, no shaved head, tats, t shirt or shorts). When en femme, I try to blend and so am accepted. What a strange, yet enlightening trip I've had.
Don't know that my post has any relevance to anything, but thought some of you might enjoy it.
First, I got my hair styled yesterday before I started in a very feminine hair style. I was nervous about exposing myself without a wig, but have found that my natural hair has resulted in many fewer glances than when in a wig.
Yesterday, I hit five ladies rooms, mostly at rest stops. Not once did anybody at any time seem to notice, even when washing my hands next to another woman; and, I'm 6'1". I walked past many people and nobody noticed me at all. When I checked in at at a hotel, I had to show my ID, which resulted in no reaction at all. Very cool, even though they knew.
Today, it was the same with a few exceptions. First, I was refueling and washing my windshield when a small car containing 6 Hispanic young men pulled up next to me. My angst and anxiety spiked as my imagination had me being pummeled by a group of guys that thought I was trying to push false goods. As they exited, they all checked me out as I washed my windshield. They stretched and talked Spanish to each other, with all of them facing in my direction and checking me out. The looks absolutely were not the "guy in a dress" looks. I got to experience what so many women do. It's kind of hard to put into words since I've never experienced that from women when in guy mode. I felt weird and felt somewhat indignant; flattering yet not. Does that make sense? Women have it tougher than us, that's for sure.
Second, I decided to imbibe in a glass or two of vino. I spied a market, parked and entered. It was a very depressed economic area in a small town. That greatly concerned me as it occurs to me that crossdressing is a luxury for those that can afford two genders worth of clothes. Second, it has been my experience that people from lower economic echelons tend to speak their mind readily, without worrying about being PC. I grew up that way, so don't beat me up too much, please.
I walked past many people. None seemed to notice the middle aged, 6 foot, broad-shouldered woman dressed better than anybody else. After picking up the bottle, I was walking to a register when my heart stopped. Two teen aged girls walking toward me! The dreaded teenagers! They both glanced at me, but were conversing and laughing about something else. Next, two teen aged boys! OMG! The second most dreaded category. Again, they glanced, but no hint of recognition. Whew! Disaster and ridicule avoided twice within minutes!
Next, the dreaded line. The LONG dreaded line that formed immediately behind me when a cashier opened in front of me. ALL eyes on me. I was asked by the girl for my ID. I deftly avoided the crowd from eyeing my ID while exposing it to the cashier. She took it, looked hard at me, looked back at the ID, and just when I thought this whole thing was going to go to hell, she smiled brightly while looking at my ID. She thanked me, showed me how to cheat on "the test" when swiping my card, then thanked me and wished me a good night, which I returned brightly.
The thoughts I came away with during my travels are:
-natural hair is preferable to a wig
-people really don't pay attention to those around them
-if you look like a girl, act like a girl and act naturally, people figure you're a girl, even with a five o'clock shadow.
-you can go almost anywhere en femme with success if you just act naturally and try to blend in.
-you can comfortably be your feminine self all day long without worry. It's a satisfying feeling.
In a previous post, I mentioned travelling through the South in man mode, with long hair (for today), clean shaven, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, resulting in MANY disturbing looks, with one woman outright laughing at me. Go figure. In that environment, I guess I stood out as an oddity (no beard, no goatee, no shaved head, tats, t shirt or shorts). When en femme, I try to blend and so am accepted. What a strange, yet enlightening trip I've had.
Don't know that my post has any relevance to anything, but thought some of you might enjoy it.