Sophia Rearen
03-02-2006, 11:19 PM
Smack, the lipgloss hits the concrete floor. To me, it looked the size of a beer bottle laying there. When it hit the floor it was at one of those moments when everything had gone quiet. So, not only did it look like a beer bottle but it sounded like one as it hit the ground as well. Lucky for me, it went directly under one of their chairs and I was quick to grasp up the clear and silver container. Comments were made, and somehow, I was able to not reply to any of them. I disregarded their inquiries. The table conversation went elsewhere, thank goodness.
Fast forward, post dinner that evening. A colleague and myself left dinner and walked to a tavern, the tavern was located in a hotel, in this hotel, they also hosted a Miss America Museum. As I walked the long building to the bar, we passed display after display of Miss America Gowns and a photo of the winners wearing them. As we walked, I glanced. How I wish I could try on one of these fantastic gowns. But, of course it was just a dream.
In the tavern, instead of hanging out with the guys, I was met by a woman I knew. She had a woman with her and we were introduced. While talking with her I couldn't help how cute she and her outfit were. I started thinking of some of the threads here, such as "doing the girl or being the girl". Her outfit was perfect. She was in her upper 30's but she dressed younger. Hip hugger jeans with a cute scarf belt. A nice feminine top and plenty of jewelry. A chic handbag completed her look. I found myself wanting her outfit and not wanting her. Afterall, I'm married.
Up until this point, I'm behaving myself. Drinking wise, that is. I'm hydrating like never before. I had one martini and the rest beers. I'm turned on beyond belief. The gowns, the woman, and the bar girl. Ah, the bar girl! And, now I'm going out to look at naked women. Will I be able to get dressed enfemme in the morning. And if so, will I be able to walk in heels.
While it may be, that I am married, that does not prevent me from visiting the strip clubs. So, off we go. Are the girls noticing something? I'm not being harrassed as much as I was last year. They would approach us for a lap dance, we would play around with them and the would quickly move on. Then I saw her, she was dressed the same. It was in this same club last year I was able to fend of a blonde bbw. As she approached me in her black bustier and low thigh high boots, I checked out the outfit. She asked if I would like a couch dance? Having fun, I replied, "you know what? I have that same outfit at home!" I have never seen a dancers jaw drop like that in my limited strip club experiences. She had nothing to say, she was speechless. And off she went.
We closed the club and I returned to my hotel room. Eagerly anticipating getting into a new night gown and getting some much needed sleep. It was now 3:30 in the morning and if I was going to dress again, today, for the ride home, I needed a prayer for a good nights sleep.
I awake at 8:30, not bad, 5 hours sleep. I'm not feeling good, nor am I feeling terrible either. I went to the bathroom and checked myself in the mirror. My eyes looked like the inside of a pink grapefruit. I'm done, I thought. There is no way I can fix this face. Returning to the bed, I lay there trying to figure what to do. Should I really be attempting this? I look terrible and I am just coming off a monumental outing. I don't need any more stress either.
A shower. That will do it. I'll take a shower and that will make me feel better. If the shower makes me feel better and I get a good close shave, I'll go for it. I figure my time table, I need to check out at 12:00. Into the shower I go. It's a long hot one. While showering, I'm thinking about whether or not I'll be enfemme. I knew what dress I would wear. I make an attempt to shave the legs. Nope, not going there. I'll never make it out alive. I get an ok shave on the face and upper chest. I begin to finally feel the water, that's good. I pat myself dry and exit the shower. I head straight for the mirror. Not good news. I look bad. I'm not doing it, I abort, its going be an easy day!
Then, I hear her calling me. It's my new dress, and I'm not going to have the chance to wear the lovely new purchase. I'll just slip it on and give it a try. OMG, fits and feels so good. New game, I'm going for it! Off comes the dress, I throw on my bra, panties, stockings and forms. I sit at the luxurious makeup counter and begin to create. I do an average job, maybe better than average. Grab my new favorite dress and pull it over my head. Now the wig and I'm pleased. I am happy I'm doing this. Sliding my new boots on reaffirms my decision. I begin to pack my stuff. It's 11:30, I have a half hour to check out. Packing my stuff, I make sure to get everything. Nothing worse than leaving some of your precious things behind. Just enough time to take a picture of the outfit I'll wear through the casino and home.
Just then I hear a knock on the door. "Hello", I force out it my best fem voice. It was pathetic. I hadn't spoken in 8 hours and I was dry. I just about chocked on the word. I went to the door and it was no one. Probably house keeping cleaning next door. I grab two bags and head out the door, leaving one bag behind. As I had thought, it was house keeping, I mustered out a good morning and headed to the elevators. This morning, I'm feeling more confident. Was it because I'm becoming more experienced, the alcohol still in my system, or the fact that this dress made me feel fabulous? I don't know, I just was. Waiting for the elevator seemed like an eternity. Not a good sign I thought. Probably many people checking out. The door opens, there are people on board. We start down and a older man and younger woman apart from me start talking japanese. I'm thinking they might be talking about me. I don't care. Ding. Casino level, off to the next elevator. Walking there, people take notice of me, some more closely than others. No problem. I turn the last corner and there is a long line for the parking lot elevator. Still ok, I get into a packed car and exit early for my level, perfect. To the car and back.
There must be a broken car because I have to wait again. As I wait, more people arrive. Including two GG's about my age. They are dressed casually in jeans, go figure. I'm in my dress. It's windy as hell, my dress is blowing all over and I love it. My hair also flies. That, I love less. the GG's can't help but steal their occasional glances of me, go ahead, I'm ok. The wait though, I'm not ok with. I bail out on the elevator and head for the stairs. Exit one floor too early again and back in the well. Down to street level and I'm forced into the street, the only way back to the casino was the front entrance. My dress and wig are getting tossed in the wind. There was a gale warning today with gusts up to 50 mph. Could my wig actually blow off? I didn't know what to hold onto. This was funny.
Smiled my way past the security at the elevator. Back in the room I had to attack the rats nest, that was my hair. One last pee and out the door, again pulling my bag. This time the elevators are not quite so bad. I load the car and make some calls, one to Sharon here at cders.com. If she's able, I'll drive straight there and perhaps have a fashion show with my new stuff. I could change to drab there as well. I call her, and, unfortunately, she's not home. I leave a terrible message and I'm going into the casino.
I just can't describe the feeling I was having as I glided through the casino floors. I felt so good, so right. Feeling this way I could do anything. What should I do? Do I hit the bar, its after 12:00? No, I still have plenty in me, I'm sure! Do I get something to eat? Coffee, that's what I'll do. I walked a good bit and right near the exit to the boardwalk was a small coffee bar. I ordered a double espresso and a muffin from the friendly older woman. I sat at a table for two, by myself. There was another man and a woman there as well. Very uneventful, and I liked that. Very enjoyable. I wish I had a friend with me. I headed out, I just had to stroll the Atlantic City boardwalk, if only a little.
"Taxi, maam?" I love it, I just got maam'd! Ok, he was an older asian american man, he probably didn't know any better. Still, it felt good and I thought of similar stories here. I'm on the boardwalk trying to feel like Miss America, the morning after her crowning. Again, my hair and dress are blowing like mad. The temperature is pretty warm, yet not warm enough for a long stroll. So, I head for he railing at the boardwalks edge. There, I stare out at the raging Atlantic Ocean. Feeling more confident now, knowing my wig would not be blowing off! I consider a stroll to the next casino and then kill that thought, too risky with the wind. I'll come back to stroll here another day. And, the next time, I'm bringing someone from here. Walking back into the casino, a woman working the information desk asks me if I needed some help. She stood there with another woman. I politely looked at her and smiled as I shook my head no. She said, "are you sure there isn't something I can help you with?" I told her no thanks, I'm fine and moved on. Was she baiting me? Was she curious? Or did she see me leave and return quickly? Whatever it was, it was nice of her to ask, I'll take that.
My last stroll back through the casino. I'm feeling so high now, I stop at several column mirrors to fix my hair and check myself out. Why not? I also use them to watch myself as I strut. I feel I look good. Up the elevator one last time and to the car. I exit the casino and start driving through the streets of Atlantic City. As I am doing so, I remember, oh no, the cars registration sticker, I never checked it. Time to sweat out another 2 hour drive. But, where was I driving to? Was I heading home to my wife who had no clue as to what I was doing, or was I going to meet Sharon, from this forum? I'll give her a call now.
Fast forward, post dinner that evening. A colleague and myself left dinner and walked to a tavern, the tavern was located in a hotel, in this hotel, they also hosted a Miss America Museum. As I walked the long building to the bar, we passed display after display of Miss America Gowns and a photo of the winners wearing them. As we walked, I glanced. How I wish I could try on one of these fantastic gowns. But, of course it was just a dream.
In the tavern, instead of hanging out with the guys, I was met by a woman I knew. She had a woman with her and we were introduced. While talking with her I couldn't help how cute she and her outfit were. I started thinking of some of the threads here, such as "doing the girl or being the girl". Her outfit was perfect. She was in her upper 30's but she dressed younger. Hip hugger jeans with a cute scarf belt. A nice feminine top and plenty of jewelry. A chic handbag completed her look. I found myself wanting her outfit and not wanting her. Afterall, I'm married.
Up until this point, I'm behaving myself. Drinking wise, that is. I'm hydrating like never before. I had one martini and the rest beers. I'm turned on beyond belief. The gowns, the woman, and the bar girl. Ah, the bar girl! And, now I'm going out to look at naked women. Will I be able to get dressed enfemme in the morning. And if so, will I be able to walk in heels.
While it may be, that I am married, that does not prevent me from visiting the strip clubs. So, off we go. Are the girls noticing something? I'm not being harrassed as much as I was last year. They would approach us for a lap dance, we would play around with them and the would quickly move on. Then I saw her, she was dressed the same. It was in this same club last year I was able to fend of a blonde bbw. As she approached me in her black bustier and low thigh high boots, I checked out the outfit. She asked if I would like a couch dance? Having fun, I replied, "you know what? I have that same outfit at home!" I have never seen a dancers jaw drop like that in my limited strip club experiences. She had nothing to say, she was speechless. And off she went.
We closed the club and I returned to my hotel room. Eagerly anticipating getting into a new night gown and getting some much needed sleep. It was now 3:30 in the morning and if I was going to dress again, today, for the ride home, I needed a prayer for a good nights sleep.
I awake at 8:30, not bad, 5 hours sleep. I'm not feeling good, nor am I feeling terrible either. I went to the bathroom and checked myself in the mirror. My eyes looked like the inside of a pink grapefruit. I'm done, I thought. There is no way I can fix this face. Returning to the bed, I lay there trying to figure what to do. Should I really be attempting this? I look terrible and I am just coming off a monumental outing. I don't need any more stress either.
A shower. That will do it. I'll take a shower and that will make me feel better. If the shower makes me feel better and I get a good close shave, I'll go for it. I figure my time table, I need to check out at 12:00. Into the shower I go. It's a long hot one. While showering, I'm thinking about whether or not I'll be enfemme. I knew what dress I would wear. I make an attempt to shave the legs. Nope, not going there. I'll never make it out alive. I get an ok shave on the face and upper chest. I begin to finally feel the water, that's good. I pat myself dry and exit the shower. I head straight for the mirror. Not good news. I look bad. I'm not doing it, I abort, its going be an easy day!
Then, I hear her calling me. It's my new dress, and I'm not going to have the chance to wear the lovely new purchase. I'll just slip it on and give it a try. OMG, fits and feels so good. New game, I'm going for it! Off comes the dress, I throw on my bra, panties, stockings and forms. I sit at the luxurious makeup counter and begin to create. I do an average job, maybe better than average. Grab my new favorite dress and pull it over my head. Now the wig and I'm pleased. I am happy I'm doing this. Sliding my new boots on reaffirms my decision. I begin to pack my stuff. It's 11:30, I have a half hour to check out. Packing my stuff, I make sure to get everything. Nothing worse than leaving some of your precious things behind. Just enough time to take a picture of the outfit I'll wear through the casino and home.
Just then I hear a knock on the door. "Hello", I force out it my best fem voice. It was pathetic. I hadn't spoken in 8 hours and I was dry. I just about chocked on the word. I went to the door and it was no one. Probably house keeping cleaning next door. I grab two bags and head out the door, leaving one bag behind. As I had thought, it was house keeping, I mustered out a good morning and headed to the elevators. This morning, I'm feeling more confident. Was it because I'm becoming more experienced, the alcohol still in my system, or the fact that this dress made me feel fabulous? I don't know, I just was. Waiting for the elevator seemed like an eternity. Not a good sign I thought. Probably many people checking out. The door opens, there are people on board. We start down and a older man and younger woman apart from me start talking japanese. I'm thinking they might be talking about me. I don't care. Ding. Casino level, off to the next elevator. Walking there, people take notice of me, some more closely than others. No problem. I turn the last corner and there is a long line for the parking lot elevator. Still ok, I get into a packed car and exit early for my level, perfect. To the car and back.
There must be a broken car because I have to wait again. As I wait, more people arrive. Including two GG's about my age. They are dressed casually in jeans, go figure. I'm in my dress. It's windy as hell, my dress is blowing all over and I love it. My hair also flies. That, I love less. the GG's can't help but steal their occasional glances of me, go ahead, I'm ok. The wait though, I'm not ok with. I bail out on the elevator and head for the stairs. Exit one floor too early again and back in the well. Down to street level and I'm forced into the street, the only way back to the casino was the front entrance. My dress and wig are getting tossed in the wind. There was a gale warning today with gusts up to 50 mph. Could my wig actually blow off? I didn't know what to hold onto. This was funny.
Smiled my way past the security at the elevator. Back in the room I had to attack the rats nest, that was my hair. One last pee and out the door, again pulling my bag. This time the elevators are not quite so bad. I load the car and make some calls, one to Sharon here at cders.com. If she's able, I'll drive straight there and perhaps have a fashion show with my new stuff. I could change to drab there as well. I call her, and, unfortunately, she's not home. I leave a terrible message and I'm going into the casino.
I just can't describe the feeling I was having as I glided through the casino floors. I felt so good, so right. Feeling this way I could do anything. What should I do? Do I hit the bar, its after 12:00? No, I still have plenty in me, I'm sure! Do I get something to eat? Coffee, that's what I'll do. I walked a good bit and right near the exit to the boardwalk was a small coffee bar. I ordered a double espresso and a muffin from the friendly older woman. I sat at a table for two, by myself. There was another man and a woman there as well. Very uneventful, and I liked that. Very enjoyable. I wish I had a friend with me. I headed out, I just had to stroll the Atlantic City boardwalk, if only a little.
"Taxi, maam?" I love it, I just got maam'd! Ok, he was an older asian american man, he probably didn't know any better. Still, it felt good and I thought of similar stories here. I'm on the boardwalk trying to feel like Miss America, the morning after her crowning. Again, my hair and dress are blowing like mad. The temperature is pretty warm, yet not warm enough for a long stroll. So, I head for he railing at the boardwalks edge. There, I stare out at the raging Atlantic Ocean. Feeling more confident now, knowing my wig would not be blowing off! I consider a stroll to the next casino and then kill that thought, too risky with the wind. I'll come back to stroll here another day. And, the next time, I'm bringing someone from here. Walking back into the casino, a woman working the information desk asks me if I needed some help. She stood there with another woman. I politely looked at her and smiled as I shook my head no. She said, "are you sure there isn't something I can help you with?" I told her no thanks, I'm fine and moved on. Was she baiting me? Was she curious? Or did she see me leave and return quickly? Whatever it was, it was nice of her to ask, I'll take that.
My last stroll back through the casino. I'm feeling so high now, I stop at several column mirrors to fix my hair and check myself out. Why not? I also use them to watch myself as I strut. I feel I look good. Up the elevator one last time and to the car. I exit the casino and start driving through the streets of Atlantic City. As I am doing so, I remember, oh no, the cars registration sticker, I never checked it. Time to sweat out another 2 hour drive. But, where was I driving to? Was I heading home to my wife who had no clue as to what I was doing, or was I going to meet Sharon, from this forum? I'll give her a call now.