Kimberly
07-30-2006, 06:43 AM
Well. Blimey.
To start with, a little prologue (bare with me!! It'll be short.) I'd been getting serisouly down, of late. An attack of "female jelousy" as I like to call it. Seeing stunning women in stunning clothes and get very very frustrated that I couldn't be wearing what they were.
So... We'd finished the show, and the plan was to go to the pub for a bit, wait for a friend to call me then move onto a club for the evening. The previous night, I'd been debating, (with the friend who had accompanied me to the pub,) whether I should or could wear heels along with a semi-drab outfit. It was wraith - a popular Goth night in Norwich, and so it wouldn't bee too serious if I was in some drag. I'd decided against it though... my guts stopping me.
And so the result was a rant at my friend in the pub, which turned into a fantastic discussion about cisgender, problems with society, and the fact that crossdressing isn't a "problem", it's other peoples' views that are the problem. I told I had some makeup in my bag to prove to myself I could leave the house with something crossdress-y. She's a make-up salesperson, works for a large chain in the UK - does great makeovers. I said, "We could ditch [my friend]... she hasn't called... You could do a makeover on me!"
"Yeah..." She replied, quite happy. And that was settled. A couple of drinks later and we came back to mine. Careful not to wake the parents, I stuffed some clothes and makeup into my bag and then we went to hers. Firstly, I thought, "B*gger it... It's 1am. There's no one about, I'll put my wedges on to go to hers." So I did, and I walked out there with my heels on. Fantastic!
We got there, and I "satisfied her curiosity" by dressing. She did some absolutely fab makeup on me, and we nattered until about 3am, when we both took our faces off, and I kipped on the sofa.
This morning... realisation: The only shoes I have are these wedge sandels, and I need to go to Tescos, grab some things and then go home! That'd mean going out and about wearing some form of ladies' clothing. I always knew there'd be a day when I would go, "F*ck you," to everyone and wouldn't give a damn about being crossdressed and out. And today was it! I wondered round Tescos, quite naturally, brown jeans on, black top (of the guy variety), only with 4" wedge sandels on. It was fine... I walked better than I anticipated, and to my astonishment the person who was most worried about my appearance in there was ME!
I didn't hear a peep out of anyone, not a dirty look from any direction. Something about that dissappointed me, but it was an eye-opener for me. And now, the nerves of going out and about for the first time have gone... I don't need to worry so much and just enjoy myself!!
The thing that caught me by surprise was how quickly all this came about. Just one evening, and suddenly I'd had a mini-makeover from a friend and been out with some women's clothing on! Shoes too... The best!!
At least that's over and done with now... Now for going all the way!!
To start with, a little prologue (bare with me!! It'll be short.) I'd been getting serisouly down, of late. An attack of "female jelousy" as I like to call it. Seeing stunning women in stunning clothes and get very very frustrated that I couldn't be wearing what they were.
So... We'd finished the show, and the plan was to go to the pub for a bit, wait for a friend to call me then move onto a club for the evening. The previous night, I'd been debating, (with the friend who had accompanied me to the pub,) whether I should or could wear heels along with a semi-drab outfit. It was wraith - a popular Goth night in Norwich, and so it wouldn't bee too serious if I was in some drag. I'd decided against it though... my guts stopping me.
And so the result was a rant at my friend in the pub, which turned into a fantastic discussion about cisgender, problems with society, and the fact that crossdressing isn't a "problem", it's other peoples' views that are the problem. I told I had some makeup in my bag to prove to myself I could leave the house with something crossdress-y. She's a make-up salesperson, works for a large chain in the UK - does great makeovers. I said, "We could ditch [my friend]... she hasn't called... You could do a makeover on me!"
"Yeah..." She replied, quite happy. And that was settled. A couple of drinks later and we came back to mine. Careful not to wake the parents, I stuffed some clothes and makeup into my bag and then we went to hers. Firstly, I thought, "B*gger it... It's 1am. There's no one about, I'll put my wedges on to go to hers." So I did, and I walked out there with my heels on. Fantastic!
We got there, and I "satisfied her curiosity" by dressing. She did some absolutely fab makeup on me, and we nattered until about 3am, when we both took our faces off, and I kipped on the sofa.
This morning... realisation: The only shoes I have are these wedge sandels, and I need to go to Tescos, grab some things and then go home! That'd mean going out and about wearing some form of ladies' clothing. I always knew there'd be a day when I would go, "F*ck you," to everyone and wouldn't give a damn about being crossdressed and out. And today was it! I wondered round Tescos, quite naturally, brown jeans on, black top (of the guy variety), only with 4" wedge sandels on. It was fine... I walked better than I anticipated, and to my astonishment the person who was most worried about my appearance in there was ME!
I didn't hear a peep out of anyone, not a dirty look from any direction. Something about that dissappointed me, but it was an eye-opener for me. And now, the nerves of going out and about for the first time have gone... I don't need to worry so much and just enjoy myself!!
The thing that caught me by surprise was how quickly all this came about. Just one evening, and suddenly I'd had a mini-makeover from a friend and been out with some women's clothing on! Shoes too... The best!!
At least that's over and done with now... Now for going all the way!!