Sophia Rearen
02-18-2006, 11:21 AM
Hi Girls,
Just returning from my big shopping and Atlantic City casino adventure. Since I thought of you all on my adventure I would like to share as much of it with you as possible. If it wasn't for this forum I would never have done any of this. Thank you all. So as I go out, I take you along.
As you may or may not know, I was debating checking in to a casino hotel enfemme. It was the responses from you that gave me the confidence and courage, well sort of, to actually do it.
Wednesday morning it was all about timing. I had things to do and the house cleaner was coming. The kids missed the bus, the wife is sick, the house cleaner came early. Everything was chaotic.
So, while the cleaning girl was here, I hastily packed my bags. 90% womens wear and 10% guy. My makeup box (a fishing tackle box) and toiletry bag consumed almost one whole suitcase. I'm grabbing outfit after outfit. I had an idea of what I would wear, but just in case my mood changes, let me throw in four others! I had planned on my outfit for the day. I chose a black suede above the knee skirt. A pink silk camisole with black trim underlayed the complimentry black suede coat. This skirt suit was $ 20 from a previous Ross shopping trip.
I successfully finished packing and the cleaning girl came back to get the vaccuum. She was done in the master bath. Time to take a shower. My wife comes home. Now, she knows all about me, but is not very comfortable with me going out, especially in the day time. I can't blame her, I understand her concerns. Anyway, I let my chest and underarm grow long enough to use nair instead of the usual shave. I applied, and once I feel the slight burning affect, it's into the shower. I start shaving my legs. Not a very good shave this time, oh well. The nair is burning, so it's time to scrape it off with the special removing tool. That starts to hurt me. The hair isn't coming off well. My wife is leaving at 11:00 for a business meeting and I have one hour to get showered made up dressed and luggage out the door. All, so my wife doesn't have to see it. I switch to the razor to help remove the nair and hair. My arm pits get abused. Ouch! First time this has happened to me. First time using nair there. I prefer to shave them. Never again with nair to the under arm! I'm standing in the shower, my torso covered in nair and my wife comes in to bathroom to kiss me goodbye. No negative comments. Whew, what a relief! Now the clock really starts ticking.
I step my scarred body out of the shower. Feeling like an abused sheep, I dry off and apply lotion, being careful not to apply to my chest because of the form tape. Always have to be concious not to do that. I sit and apply makeup. Applied less than I normally would. Going for the daytime look. Harder to do when you're a crossdresser and not a GG. I rely on make up, heavily. Not a bad job and I didn't poke myself in the eye! I get dressed, it's 11:45 my wife will be home in 15-30 minutes. I'm grabbing things, girl stuff mainly, then guy, and lastly, of course, things for work. It's getting close to her arrival time. No time to add more form tape, so I just shove them in and pray I'll be okay. My black bra just doesn't give me 100% coverage, but it goes with the outfit.;) No time to apply the nails, I'll do that later. Out to the garage I go. In the car, a classic Audi, which distinguishes me from everyone else. Garage door doesn't go down. Oh well, better to get robbed than get out of the car and risk exposure. Down the drive I go. Okay, which way to go that's the least risky. Left, right, then through the middle of town. What the hell am I thinking? I'm all dressed and driving around with guy nails. I have to pull over to put them on. I pull into the local farmers mart to apply. Probably not too smart, may see a neighbor there. Take a couple of self portraits, seen here, and away I go, again. So, do I go to DSW to get boots first or Target for shopping in my 3" heels and way to dressy for a Wednesday at 12:30?
What to do, what to do? I choose Target first as an experiment. It's still chilly out and i wanted to wear my faux fur. Before the temperature rises too much, I'll wear it in. Here's a picture of me in the parking lot. We had a foot of snow recently. Combining all the snow and the bright sunshine it was like walking around with a camera flash bulb on. Not good for my beard! Grab a cart a Target, mainly for security. This is my second time to Target in heels. The floor is so clean it's like walking on ice, hold on to that cart! I get comfortable walking around browsing. A few women check me out. Nothing major. I'm sure if I were dressed differently, it would be much easier. But on with the experiment. Felt fabulous in the jewelry, womans and lingerie department. Bought three nighties, one long, one chemise, and a tap pant/ babydoll outfit. Bought some lip gloss, looked for silk boxers for my wife, wound up buying boy shorts for me. Why? I don't know. I'm heading over to the greeting card area to buy a belated valentine card and two GG's pass me. They're eying me up the whole way by. I just keep contact with them. No harm. I check out with some drone male cashier. It was him or a chatty woman. I wasn't ready for a conversion, yet. Still too nervous, but getting better. I walk outside put on my sunglasses and pass a couple on my way to the car. She definitly reads me. I don't care. Spent close to $80. Total time in target, about one hour. Onward for shoes.
I drive to DSW feeling more comfortable outside and go in. Two black women were at the check out laughing. Did the read me on my way in? I don't know, and again, I don't care. Girls, if you have never been shoe shopping enfemme, it's one of the easist things you can do. Most customers are looking down the entire time. I casually strolled the store. A conversation I had with a girlfriend, here, made me realize I needed boots for this outing. So, I looked but not many there. Maybe, too late in the season. I found a pair in the clearance section, yeah! I'm trying them on in this little aisle, bent at the waist looking down and a female employee scares the s*** out of me by saying hi! I turn around and smile as best as I could, still too shocked to speak. Spend have my time looking at shoes and the other half fixing my bra from exposing my form. Way too much up and down at the waist. I find a pair of low heels I need for other upcoming day trips. They were also on the clearance rack, lucky me. I put the boots on, I'll wear them out. I put my heels in the boot box and into the sack and head to check out. Darn, only a man working the register. Of course, he asks for my DSW rewards card. I don't have one. Then he has to go into his whole deal about the card. I just want to get out of here with the least amount of effort and talk from me. He opens the low heel box and scans the shoe bottoms, checks both shoes. Oh no! My boots. I start taking off my boot to give him. He already is looking at the 3" heel I wore in. He was confused by its wear. I hand him the boot and we talk some more, argh! Now he needs to see the other boot to check for sizing. So, I'm basically standing at the register doing the boot dance and feeling quite strange. I finally leave there after an hour and spending $80 on two pair. Now it's off to Ross, crossdress for less.
More to come.
Just returning from my big shopping and Atlantic City casino adventure. Since I thought of you all on my adventure I would like to share as much of it with you as possible. If it wasn't for this forum I would never have done any of this. Thank you all. So as I go out, I take you along.
As you may or may not know, I was debating checking in to a casino hotel enfemme. It was the responses from you that gave me the confidence and courage, well sort of, to actually do it.
Wednesday morning it was all about timing. I had things to do and the house cleaner was coming. The kids missed the bus, the wife is sick, the house cleaner came early. Everything was chaotic.
So, while the cleaning girl was here, I hastily packed my bags. 90% womens wear and 10% guy. My makeup box (a fishing tackle box) and toiletry bag consumed almost one whole suitcase. I'm grabbing outfit after outfit. I had an idea of what I would wear, but just in case my mood changes, let me throw in four others! I had planned on my outfit for the day. I chose a black suede above the knee skirt. A pink silk camisole with black trim underlayed the complimentry black suede coat. This skirt suit was $ 20 from a previous Ross shopping trip.
I successfully finished packing and the cleaning girl came back to get the vaccuum. She was done in the master bath. Time to take a shower. My wife comes home. Now, she knows all about me, but is not very comfortable with me going out, especially in the day time. I can't blame her, I understand her concerns. Anyway, I let my chest and underarm grow long enough to use nair instead of the usual shave. I applied, and once I feel the slight burning affect, it's into the shower. I start shaving my legs. Not a very good shave this time, oh well. The nair is burning, so it's time to scrape it off with the special removing tool. That starts to hurt me. The hair isn't coming off well. My wife is leaving at 11:00 for a business meeting and I have one hour to get showered made up dressed and luggage out the door. All, so my wife doesn't have to see it. I switch to the razor to help remove the nair and hair. My arm pits get abused. Ouch! First time this has happened to me. First time using nair there. I prefer to shave them. Never again with nair to the under arm! I'm standing in the shower, my torso covered in nair and my wife comes in to bathroom to kiss me goodbye. No negative comments. Whew, what a relief! Now the clock really starts ticking.
I step my scarred body out of the shower. Feeling like an abused sheep, I dry off and apply lotion, being careful not to apply to my chest because of the form tape. Always have to be concious not to do that. I sit and apply makeup. Applied less than I normally would. Going for the daytime look. Harder to do when you're a crossdresser and not a GG. I rely on make up, heavily. Not a bad job and I didn't poke myself in the eye! I get dressed, it's 11:45 my wife will be home in 15-30 minutes. I'm grabbing things, girl stuff mainly, then guy, and lastly, of course, things for work. It's getting close to her arrival time. No time to add more form tape, so I just shove them in and pray I'll be okay. My black bra just doesn't give me 100% coverage, but it goes with the outfit.;) No time to apply the nails, I'll do that later. Out to the garage I go. In the car, a classic Audi, which distinguishes me from everyone else. Garage door doesn't go down. Oh well, better to get robbed than get out of the car and risk exposure. Down the drive I go. Okay, which way to go that's the least risky. Left, right, then through the middle of town. What the hell am I thinking? I'm all dressed and driving around with guy nails. I have to pull over to put them on. I pull into the local farmers mart to apply. Probably not too smart, may see a neighbor there. Take a couple of self portraits, seen here, and away I go, again. So, do I go to DSW to get boots first or Target for shopping in my 3" heels and way to dressy for a Wednesday at 12:30?
What to do, what to do? I choose Target first as an experiment. It's still chilly out and i wanted to wear my faux fur. Before the temperature rises too much, I'll wear it in. Here's a picture of me in the parking lot. We had a foot of snow recently. Combining all the snow and the bright sunshine it was like walking around with a camera flash bulb on. Not good for my beard! Grab a cart a Target, mainly for security. This is my second time to Target in heels. The floor is so clean it's like walking on ice, hold on to that cart! I get comfortable walking around browsing. A few women check me out. Nothing major. I'm sure if I were dressed differently, it would be much easier. But on with the experiment. Felt fabulous in the jewelry, womans and lingerie department. Bought three nighties, one long, one chemise, and a tap pant/ babydoll outfit. Bought some lip gloss, looked for silk boxers for my wife, wound up buying boy shorts for me. Why? I don't know. I'm heading over to the greeting card area to buy a belated valentine card and two GG's pass me. They're eying me up the whole way by. I just keep contact with them. No harm. I check out with some drone male cashier. It was him or a chatty woman. I wasn't ready for a conversion, yet. Still too nervous, but getting better. I walk outside put on my sunglasses and pass a couple on my way to the car. She definitly reads me. I don't care. Spent close to $80. Total time in target, about one hour. Onward for shoes.
I drive to DSW feeling more comfortable outside and go in. Two black women were at the check out laughing. Did the read me on my way in? I don't know, and again, I don't care. Girls, if you have never been shoe shopping enfemme, it's one of the easist things you can do. Most customers are looking down the entire time. I casually strolled the store. A conversation I had with a girlfriend, here, made me realize I needed boots for this outing. So, I looked but not many there. Maybe, too late in the season. I found a pair in the clearance section, yeah! I'm trying them on in this little aisle, bent at the waist looking down and a female employee scares the s*** out of me by saying hi! I turn around and smile as best as I could, still too shocked to speak. Spend have my time looking at shoes and the other half fixing my bra from exposing my form. Way too much up and down at the waist. I find a pair of low heels I need for other upcoming day trips. They were also on the clearance rack, lucky me. I put the boots on, I'll wear them out. I put my heels in the boot box and into the sack and head to check out. Darn, only a man working the register. Of course, he asks for my DSW rewards card. I don't have one. Then he has to go into his whole deal about the card. I just want to get out of here with the least amount of effort and talk from me. He opens the low heel box and scans the shoe bottoms, checks both shoes. Oh no! My boots. I start taking off my boot to give him. He already is looking at the 3" heel I wore in. He was confused by its wear. I hand him the boot and we talk some more, argh! Now he needs to see the other boot to check for sizing. So, I'm basically standing at the register doing the boot dance and feeling quite strange. I finally leave there after an hour and spending $80 on two pair. Now it's off to Ross, crossdress for less.
More to come.