Patience
06-28-2023, 01:31 AM
...just me going on my first proper outing of the year (Warning: long post)
I have been putting off going out enfemme, as I have been spent most of my time working on my femme shape, experimenting with a relatively recently acquired silicone derri?re and smaller boobs, as well as my old hip pads.
I'd happily have kept it under wraps longer, but it was the last weekend of Pride Month and I have gone out enfemme every June since accepting this part of me and I wasn't about to break the tradition.
I have been out and about in all my silicone gear more than once this year but not really en femme. I wore the padding when going out for walks to get used to wearing the stuff and for added resistance, as all my silicone bits combined now add 20 Lbs. to my weight (!). I definitely needed the dummy runs (well, walks) to get used to the extra weight. I am working on a possible lighter solution, but that's not reality right now.
So it happenned that I finally went out clearly enfemme but somewhat low-key, wearing an outfit designed to blend, with a pair of jeans and a black jacket, plus my favorite (and obviously fem) leopard top, black wedge Rialto shoes. I could have worn a wig, but opted for a plain baseball cap. My clip-on earrings and painted fingernails completed the ensemble. I also wore a covid mask.
First, I made a trip to Ross. The staff there have met femme me many times before. It felt good to be shopping enfemme again after so many months. I had to get used to walking wearing the wedges. I expect (or at least like to believe) that slowing down my pace makes my walk more femiinine.
Later, I went to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. I was well received as usual. Later, I stopped at a dollar store and picked up some things. Then, I went to Goodwill, where I found a J. Crew leather handbag shaped like a little backpack in really good condition for $10.00. Nice score.
From there, I went to a restaurant I visit regularly and this is when my quiet outing took an interesting turn: After parking my car, I had to cross a busy street to get to the restaurant and this time, uncharacteristically, a manic street preaching lady was spreading (well, yelling) the tenets of her faith in Spanish to the passers-by using a bullhorn or similar amplification while a crony was using a cell phone to film the woman. The traffic lights changed against me as I approached the intersection and I had to stand there with this person next to me preaching in my direction with a loudspeaker
To be clear, I am not posting this to criticize anyone's beliefs or to start a religious debate. I have been raised to respect religions generally. On the other hand, my respect for other folks' faith is based on the understanding that folks will practice their faith privately with like-minded fellows, not force it down the throat of society at large. Gestures such as this, combined with my own extensive soul searching plus reading authors like Chrisopher Hitchens and Richard Dawkins made me embrace atheism even before I managed to come to terms with my crossdressing (not advocating, just saying), but that's enough about me.
Anyway, here I was - discretely enfemme trying to blend next to this person preaching in Spanish. Unbeknown to her, I could understand her and while I was standing there, she started going on about how G*d sees homosexuality as an abomination and that he loves the sinner but hates the sin, etc.
I just stood there for what seemed like an eternity waiting for that light to turn. I was glad I was wearing my mask at the time because I was quietly chuckling at the absurdity of my predicament while listening to the diatribe. I admit though that a slightly perverted (but honest) part of me wished I was standing there in the pinkest, loudest, most scandalous, over the top, queerest, most outrageous outfit ever, like a drag queen with the volume dialed at eleven. As it was, I just stood there looking pretty and that seemed to get the lady riled enough, not that I was doing anything to be deliberately provoking - I don't find provoking people or offending their sensibilities entertaining, but I do have a long held belief that people who are find crossdressers, etc. annoying merely because we exist deserve to be annoyed, especially when it comes to people who share their faith with folks who did not ask for it. Respect existence or expect resistance. Turnaround is fair play.
Anyway, the light finally turned and I slowly minced my way across the street, swaying my hips a bit more than usual and very deliberately limp wristed. I placed my order at the restaurant and went to a thrift store down the block for a few minutes while my order was being cooked. As I walked back to collect my order, the lady saw me from across the street and started preaching in English. I collected my order and although strutting back the same way I came just to rub it in was a tempting idea, I decided to let preaching b*tches lie and walked further down to cross the street from the other side, where my car was parked anyway. As I was walking up the block, I saw another CDer walking towards me. She was dressed a bit more exuberantly as she was wearing a dress, but she blended in better than me because she wasn't as tall. I was just pleased to see her and leave it at that, but the other girl felt compelled to compliment my cardiganas she was passing by. I thanked her and complimented her dress mostly because one deed deserves another.
It did feel good to run into another CDer, though. Normally, I am used to being the only one. It sort of helps confirm that the environment is indeed safe, althought I have frequented that neighborhood crossdressed for years. It's just that I never ran into another one before. That was cool.
Emboldened by that experience, I went out crossdressed again after lunch. The store has a new manager who met me in drab a couple weeks ago. This time he met me enfemme, Great service both times.
Next day, I put on a different outfit and went to a Trader Joe's I had never been to crossressed before. Frankly, this is my least favorite local TJ's as some people in the staff frankly think too highly about themselves considering they work in a shop. I picked up some things just to be seen there and took off.
From there, I went to Home Depot for some Permatex to fix my silicone caboose, as over time the opposing motion of the cheeks has started forming a hole...well, sort of where you'd expect one to be, but that's beside the point. The tear must be repaired. I plan to do it in the next day or two.
Finally, I went to Costco and picked up some things there as well. Then, I went home.
So the weekend turned out to worth writing about after all.
Thanks for reading.
I have been putting off going out enfemme, as I have been spent most of my time working on my femme shape, experimenting with a relatively recently acquired silicone derri?re and smaller boobs, as well as my old hip pads.
I'd happily have kept it under wraps longer, but it was the last weekend of Pride Month and I have gone out enfemme every June since accepting this part of me and I wasn't about to break the tradition.
I have been out and about in all my silicone gear more than once this year but not really en femme. I wore the padding when going out for walks to get used to wearing the stuff and for added resistance, as all my silicone bits combined now add 20 Lbs. to my weight (!). I definitely needed the dummy runs (well, walks) to get used to the extra weight. I am working on a possible lighter solution, but that's not reality right now.
So it happenned that I finally went out clearly enfemme but somewhat low-key, wearing an outfit designed to blend, with a pair of jeans and a black jacket, plus my favorite (and obviously fem) leopard top, black wedge Rialto shoes. I could have worn a wig, but opted for a plain baseball cap. My clip-on earrings and painted fingernails completed the ensemble. I also wore a covid mask.
First, I made a trip to Ross. The staff there have met femme me many times before. It felt good to be shopping enfemme again after so many months. I had to get used to walking wearing the wedges. I expect (or at least like to believe) that slowing down my pace makes my walk more femiinine.
Later, I went to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. I was well received as usual. Later, I stopped at a dollar store and picked up some things. Then, I went to Goodwill, where I found a J. Crew leather handbag shaped like a little backpack in really good condition for $10.00. Nice score.
From there, I went to a restaurant I visit regularly and this is when my quiet outing took an interesting turn: After parking my car, I had to cross a busy street to get to the restaurant and this time, uncharacteristically, a manic street preaching lady was spreading (well, yelling) the tenets of her faith in Spanish to the passers-by using a bullhorn or similar amplification while a crony was using a cell phone to film the woman. The traffic lights changed against me as I approached the intersection and I had to stand there with this person next to me preaching in my direction with a loudspeaker
To be clear, I am not posting this to criticize anyone's beliefs or to start a religious debate. I have been raised to respect religions generally. On the other hand, my respect for other folks' faith is based on the understanding that folks will practice their faith privately with like-minded fellows, not force it down the throat of society at large. Gestures such as this, combined with my own extensive soul searching plus reading authors like Chrisopher Hitchens and Richard Dawkins made me embrace atheism even before I managed to come to terms with my crossdressing (not advocating, just saying), but that's enough about me.
Anyway, here I was - discretely enfemme trying to blend next to this person preaching in Spanish. Unbeknown to her, I could understand her and while I was standing there, she started going on about how G*d sees homosexuality as an abomination and that he loves the sinner but hates the sin, etc.
I just stood there for what seemed like an eternity waiting for that light to turn. I was glad I was wearing my mask at the time because I was quietly chuckling at the absurdity of my predicament while listening to the diatribe. I admit though that a slightly perverted (but honest) part of me wished I was standing there in the pinkest, loudest, most scandalous, over the top, queerest, most outrageous outfit ever, like a drag queen with the volume dialed at eleven. As it was, I just stood there looking pretty and that seemed to get the lady riled enough, not that I was doing anything to be deliberately provoking - I don't find provoking people or offending their sensibilities entertaining, but I do have a long held belief that people who are find crossdressers, etc. annoying merely because we exist deserve to be annoyed, especially when it comes to people who share their faith with folks who did not ask for it. Respect existence or expect resistance. Turnaround is fair play.
Anyway, the light finally turned and I slowly minced my way across the street, swaying my hips a bit more than usual and very deliberately limp wristed. I placed my order at the restaurant and went to a thrift store down the block for a few minutes while my order was being cooked. As I walked back to collect my order, the lady saw me from across the street and started preaching in English. I collected my order and although strutting back the same way I came just to rub it in was a tempting idea, I decided to let preaching b*tches lie and walked further down to cross the street from the other side, where my car was parked anyway. As I was walking up the block, I saw another CDer walking towards me. She was dressed a bit more exuberantly as she was wearing a dress, but she blended in better than me because she wasn't as tall. I was just pleased to see her and leave it at that, but the other girl felt compelled to compliment my cardiganas she was passing by. I thanked her and complimented her dress mostly because one deed deserves another.
It did feel good to run into another CDer, though. Normally, I am used to being the only one. It sort of helps confirm that the environment is indeed safe, althought I have frequented that neighborhood crossdressed for years. It's just that I never ran into another one before. That was cool.
Emboldened by that experience, I went out crossdressed again after lunch. The store has a new manager who met me in drab a couple weeks ago. This time he met me enfemme, Great service both times.
Next day, I put on a different outfit and went to a Trader Joe's I had never been to crossressed before. Frankly, this is my least favorite local TJ's as some people in the staff frankly think too highly about themselves considering they work in a shop. I picked up some things just to be seen there and took off.
From there, I went to Home Depot for some Permatex to fix my silicone caboose, as over time the opposing motion of the cheeks has started forming a hole...well, sort of where you'd expect one to be, but that's beside the point. The tear must be repaired. I plan to do it in the next day or two.
Finally, I went to Costco and picked up some things there as well. Then, I went home.
So the weekend turned out to worth writing about after all.
Thanks for reading.