Macey
12-03-2018, 04:10 AM
In a previous thread, now long shrouded in the antiquity of last week and buried down the boards, I mentioned that our son would be bringing a friend to Sunday dinner (casual girlfriend, friend with benefits, 'it's complicated', whatever).
He had made mention that "she's cool with whatever" and I shouldn't worry about dressing however I am comfortable.
Never the less, I gave the matter deep thought. My wife and I talked about it. We talked more about the meal, the shopping there fore, and getting the house straightened, but also if I should like to dress comfortably, or wear my man disguise, or even possibly 'doll up' a bit. She was content to leave the decision to me and I was content to leave it to her, thus we had made no decision. Lol.
Saturday evening over dinner, she asked what I had decided. I must admit there was something appealing in the thought that this might be the first person outside of our immediate family to 'know' and moreover, the first person to meet me for the first time as my more 'fem' self and in fact, following dinner, know ONLY that side of me until some future point. But I demurred. Not out of fear, but rather because the purpose of this dinner was to meet this girl and thus the focus should be more about HER than me or how I was dressed. We wanted no distractions.
So, thus, I was in drab, and feeling just fine about it, thank you very much. Herself had made dinner, and I had baked dessert (danishes … I left the recipe buried deep in my recipe thread down in the lounge). We met the girl, she was pleasant, downright chatty, and an all around sweet kid. But …
My family are about as subtle as swatting a fly with a Buick. At one point, we were swapping stories from the past, my wife was talking about the time she had won a wet t-shirt contest way back in the distant path of her youth, I mentioned that she should go out and do it again and bring a little extra cash back home, and she replied with "Why don't you put on your breasts and YOU go out and bring home the cash!" For anyone "not in the know" it would be a normal ball-busting comment that we just let fly and have a laugh … and we did just that.
Just a bit later on, they were seated, I was standing preparing coffee, and leaning on the counter. Apparently I was standing femininely with my hip jutting out (dressed or not, I saw no reason to change my mannerisms, and I wasn't hiding anything, just actively not making an issue of anything), and the delicate little flower of our dinner guest made comment (also good natured ribbing) about my stance, showing off my hips, etc (I had no padding on by the way), and went on to briefly talk about photography and stances to show off the feminine form. I didn't say much, except as I sat, mentioned that despite her compliments to my girlish figure, I was about to have another Danish. As that comment from her came out and my reply, I caught the furtive glances between our son and his friend and now I knew that it wasn't innocent ribbing, but that she had been told ;)
Well, just a bit later on, being the first night of Hanukkah, we were discussing some of the more orthodox Jewish customs, one of them keeping your head covered, and my wife goes with "Honey, you wouldn't have to worry about that, you have wigs!" Lol … I love her, but she's not subtle and was trying to lead the conversation ;). I wasn't biting, I was sticking to my guns and wanting us to learn more about this girl rather than going down the rat hole of a long discussion concerning crossdressing and such.
So, the evening drew to a close, he took the girl home, herself and I did a 'post mortem' on what we thought of her, but there is an epilogue.
He came back about two hours later to pick up some laundry. He started this way: "Oh, hey, by the way, she picked up on some of mom's comments, and figured it out, she told me she was desperate to find a way to say to you 'it's okay, I'm totally cool', blah blah blah. He's more subtle than my dear wife, but still about as subtle as a turd in a punch bowl, so I stopped him and said "Oh, bullsh*t, your mother may have let some comments fly, but you had already told her :P". He fessed up, we had a good laugh, and I told him to let her know that I was not nervous, nor uncomfortable, but had wanted the focus to be on her.
She's welcomed back, of course, and at that time, I will likely be my normal self … casually fem, not dolled up :P
He had made mention that "she's cool with whatever" and I shouldn't worry about dressing however I am comfortable.
Never the less, I gave the matter deep thought. My wife and I talked about it. We talked more about the meal, the shopping there fore, and getting the house straightened, but also if I should like to dress comfortably, or wear my man disguise, or even possibly 'doll up' a bit. She was content to leave the decision to me and I was content to leave it to her, thus we had made no decision. Lol.
Saturday evening over dinner, she asked what I had decided. I must admit there was something appealing in the thought that this might be the first person outside of our immediate family to 'know' and moreover, the first person to meet me for the first time as my more 'fem' self and in fact, following dinner, know ONLY that side of me until some future point. But I demurred. Not out of fear, but rather because the purpose of this dinner was to meet this girl and thus the focus should be more about HER than me or how I was dressed. We wanted no distractions.
So, thus, I was in drab, and feeling just fine about it, thank you very much. Herself had made dinner, and I had baked dessert (danishes … I left the recipe buried deep in my recipe thread down in the lounge). We met the girl, she was pleasant, downright chatty, and an all around sweet kid. But …
My family are about as subtle as swatting a fly with a Buick. At one point, we were swapping stories from the past, my wife was talking about the time she had won a wet t-shirt contest way back in the distant path of her youth, I mentioned that she should go out and do it again and bring a little extra cash back home, and she replied with "Why don't you put on your breasts and YOU go out and bring home the cash!" For anyone "not in the know" it would be a normal ball-busting comment that we just let fly and have a laugh … and we did just that.
Just a bit later on, they were seated, I was standing preparing coffee, and leaning on the counter. Apparently I was standing femininely with my hip jutting out (dressed or not, I saw no reason to change my mannerisms, and I wasn't hiding anything, just actively not making an issue of anything), and the delicate little flower of our dinner guest made comment (also good natured ribbing) about my stance, showing off my hips, etc (I had no padding on by the way), and went on to briefly talk about photography and stances to show off the feminine form. I didn't say much, except as I sat, mentioned that despite her compliments to my girlish figure, I was about to have another Danish. As that comment from her came out and my reply, I caught the furtive glances between our son and his friend and now I knew that it wasn't innocent ribbing, but that she had been told ;)
Well, just a bit later on, being the first night of Hanukkah, we were discussing some of the more orthodox Jewish customs, one of them keeping your head covered, and my wife goes with "Honey, you wouldn't have to worry about that, you have wigs!" Lol … I love her, but she's not subtle and was trying to lead the conversation ;). I wasn't biting, I was sticking to my guns and wanting us to learn more about this girl rather than going down the rat hole of a long discussion concerning crossdressing and such.
So, the evening drew to a close, he took the girl home, herself and I did a 'post mortem' on what we thought of her, but there is an epilogue.
He came back about two hours later to pick up some laundry. He started this way: "Oh, hey, by the way, she picked up on some of mom's comments, and figured it out, she told me she was desperate to find a way to say to you 'it's okay, I'm totally cool', blah blah blah. He's more subtle than my dear wife, but still about as subtle as a turd in a punch bowl, so I stopped him and said "Oh, bullsh*t, your mother may have let some comments fly, but you had already told her :P". He fessed up, we had a good laugh, and I told him to let her know that I was not nervous, nor uncomfortable, but had wanted the focus to be on her.
She's welcomed back, of course, and at that time, I will likely be my normal self … casually fem, not dolled up :P