sparks
06-21-2006, 02:32 AM
So I had my six days of fun in a frock. Yes much like heaven it was. I looked far to much like Bettie Davis in Sweet Baby Jane. For not having dressed fully in more than seven years it was a thrill! I did all I could.
I spent the first day trying to event the worlds cheapest set of breast forms and failed on to many accounts to say that I ended up with world's most expensive homemade boobies. After frustration passed I settled for ol'faithful! Nylons! Never let me down yet.
So what could I do after that to torture myself further. Oh yes! Make-up! My God, how does anyone have the patience to learn this stuff. Tried various times, got fed up, went back for more punishment. When Sweet Baby Jane was starring back at me in the mirror, I knew I was done.
"I'm ready for close up Mr. DeMille!"
After that it was time for amateur horror filming with the Webcam! Attrocious to say the least. Tacky is another word. I will need a better actress next time. But Sparks was captured on film for hysterical, I mean historical purposes.
So onward to shopping the next day. Neighbouring small town. Didn't know what hit'em!
"Mag he's touching the lingerie in Aisle four! Ew! Tell him to stop touching. And those items don't match! Oh Creepy he's going to the dressing room. Cover that little girls eyes! Whew he did not go in! I repeat he did not go in!"
Oh yeah girls those were special times that will stay with me for a life time!"
In a nutshell I did everything I could think of to fill those six days. But the truth of it besides being fun and realizing that heaven is shaved legs in hosiery, was simply this: I spent the majority of my time in drab. Shameful yes but truthful. I didn't need a bra to happy! I could make it if I did not dress.
Day Six arrived and the wife and kids arrived home. Once again I will have sparse time to dress. This is good because the pressures of make-up will not be upon me. I grew as a person these past six days, not in the Handyman category(This is not a tale for the faint of heart) but in the merging of two parts of my life. I know I will always want to dress and luv doing it! But I can get by with the odd hour here and there, I hope. The family is just to important and I luv them. They need well rounded Dad in their life and this girl is ready.
So I folded up all my girl clothes placed them gently in box and hurriedly stashed them before the car pulled into the drive. MS. Sparks is ready for her family.
I still hope to be here some. I luv this place and the many characters in it but I know it may not be as often as I like.
I spent the first day trying to event the worlds cheapest set of breast forms and failed on to many accounts to say that I ended up with world's most expensive homemade boobies. After frustration passed I settled for ol'faithful! Nylons! Never let me down yet.
So what could I do after that to torture myself further. Oh yes! Make-up! My God, how does anyone have the patience to learn this stuff. Tried various times, got fed up, went back for more punishment. When Sweet Baby Jane was starring back at me in the mirror, I knew I was done.
"I'm ready for close up Mr. DeMille!"
After that it was time for amateur horror filming with the Webcam! Attrocious to say the least. Tacky is another word. I will need a better actress next time. But Sparks was captured on film for hysterical, I mean historical purposes.
So onward to shopping the next day. Neighbouring small town. Didn't know what hit'em!
"Mag he's touching the lingerie in Aisle four! Ew! Tell him to stop touching. And those items don't match! Oh Creepy he's going to the dressing room. Cover that little girls eyes! Whew he did not go in! I repeat he did not go in!"
Oh yeah girls those were special times that will stay with me for a life time!"
In a nutshell I did everything I could think of to fill those six days. But the truth of it besides being fun and realizing that heaven is shaved legs in hosiery, was simply this: I spent the majority of my time in drab. Shameful yes but truthful. I didn't need a bra to happy! I could make it if I did not dress.
Day Six arrived and the wife and kids arrived home. Once again I will have sparse time to dress. This is good because the pressures of make-up will not be upon me. I grew as a person these past six days, not in the Handyman category(This is not a tale for the faint of heart) but in the merging of two parts of my life. I know I will always want to dress and luv doing it! But I can get by with the odd hour here and there, I hope. The family is just to important and I luv them. They need well rounded Dad in their life and this girl is ready.
So I folded up all my girl clothes placed them gently in box and hurriedly stashed them before the car pulled into the drive. MS. Sparks is ready for her family.
I still hope to be here some. I luv this place and the many characters in it but I know it may not be as often as I like.