suzanne
11-01-2016, 10:03 PM
Lately, I've been getting somewhat bolder in my crossdressed outings. I've done a lot of shopping at various women's clothing stores, both dressed and in drab. There have been a few results from this. My comfort level is way up in dealing with the sales ladies I meet. And my wardrobe has exploded! Despite a couple of small purges to remove some iffy earlier purchases, I have run out of places to put all my girl clothes. Also, my need to get more has slowed down some.
So, what's a girl to do with a banging wardrobe, except find more places to go? Inspired by the posts of others who have dressed up for their Vegas trips, I ventured out to a couple of local casinos. The first time was after a shopping trip. I had on a knee length chiffon skirt with a tank top and a light sweater and I just didn't want to go home right away. I had some cash on me so , what the hey, get in there. This was one I have been to a lot before, so it felt good to know my way around. The doorman greeted me the same way he always did and in its went. I sat down at a blackjack table, bought some chips and watched my stack drain fast. I reached into my purse for another Benjamin and those chips disappeared just as fast. That's my limit, even if it ws only fifteen minutes. So I left through the front door and went home. Maybe people noticed me, maybe not. But the most important thing is they acted as if nothing was noteworthy.
Some weeks later, I decided to try again at a different casino. Dark skirt, dark top and cardigan. Trying not to attract too much attention. Once again, I went in, played, and left without arousing much attention. When someone saw me, I tried to remember to make eye contact and smile, and I could tell they were looking at me a split second longer than when I'm in drab. But there were no signs of disapproval or hostility.
The following week, I went back to the same place. This time wearing slacks with high heeled boots and a feminine top with a long sweater. Very stealthy by my standards. Or so I thought. While i was playing blackjack, my dealer recognized me and recalled how much winning I did the last time. So, while there was no negative results of my being dressed in their casino, I WAS remembered. I did make an impression on somebody. But again, the way I was treated was perfect in my book. I was just there to play and everyone acted just same as all the times I was in drab.
I guess some might think I'm an exhibitionist dressing up for a high visibility venue like that. I don't see it that way. I'm just being myself and what myself wants most is that feeling of liberation.
Sorry about being so long winded. I can only hope someone could use my tale for entertainment or encouragement, or both.
So, what's a girl to do with a banging wardrobe, except find more places to go? Inspired by the posts of others who have dressed up for their Vegas trips, I ventured out to a couple of local casinos. The first time was after a shopping trip. I had on a knee length chiffon skirt with a tank top and a light sweater and I just didn't want to go home right away. I had some cash on me so , what the hey, get in there. This was one I have been to a lot before, so it felt good to know my way around. The doorman greeted me the same way he always did and in its went. I sat down at a blackjack table, bought some chips and watched my stack drain fast. I reached into my purse for another Benjamin and those chips disappeared just as fast. That's my limit, even if it ws only fifteen minutes. So I left through the front door and went home. Maybe people noticed me, maybe not. But the most important thing is they acted as if nothing was noteworthy.
Some weeks later, I decided to try again at a different casino. Dark skirt, dark top and cardigan. Trying not to attract too much attention. Once again, I went in, played, and left without arousing much attention. When someone saw me, I tried to remember to make eye contact and smile, and I could tell they were looking at me a split second longer than when I'm in drab. But there were no signs of disapproval or hostility.
The following week, I went back to the same place. This time wearing slacks with high heeled boots and a feminine top with a long sweater. Very stealthy by my standards. Or so I thought. While i was playing blackjack, my dealer recognized me and recalled how much winning I did the last time. So, while there was no negative results of my being dressed in their casino, I WAS remembered. I did make an impression on somebody. But again, the way I was treated was perfect in my book. I was just there to play and everyone acted just same as all the times I was in drab.
I guess some might think I'm an exhibitionist dressing up for a high visibility venue like that. I don't see it that way. I'm just being myself and what myself wants most is that feeling of liberation.
Sorry about being so long winded. I can only hope someone could use my tale for entertainment or encouragement, or both.