sandra-leigh
12-19-2006, 01:17 AM
I must be doing something right: a short time after I got into a taxi this evening, the driver remarked that he had thought that it was a woman approaching (but it was me.)
Now, it is true that I was wearing a denim jumpsuit at the time, but with the -21 C windchill (-6 F), the jumpsuit was nearly completely covered with my heavy male coat.
I did get my hair cut last week into what sort of looks like a "bob", but I had a wool cap firmly over my head.
My (post-and-screw) clip-on earring was completely covered by my hair.
My purple leggings were in my pocket.
The not-particularily-big bulge of my breastforms was completely hidden under my heavy coat; the bra was hidden by the jumpsuit.
My shoes were big clunky rubber ones, not even slightly feminine.
My woman's watch was well hidden under my big male ski gloves.
My trouser-socks would matched the dark too closely to have been visible.
My panties were not even close to escaping.
The only visible femme thing I had was a white-and-roses women's scarf.
I wasn't even moving like a woman -- I was talking big strides to get out of the cold quickly.
It would seem, then, that I've just discovered that a simple scarf is better at generating the illusion than hours in front of the makeup mirror has ever been ;-)
Either that or my knowledge that I was wearing all those feminine things translated into something womanly. An anthropomorphic field, as Terry Pratchet might say :D
Incidently, at the club I had just been at for an hour, no-one seemed to care or much notice that I was wearing a denim jumpsuit. One woman probably noticed something, but I didn't see the "Crossdresser!" lights blink on behind her eyes.
Now, it is true that I was wearing a denim jumpsuit at the time, but with the -21 C windchill (-6 F), the jumpsuit was nearly completely covered with my heavy male coat.
I did get my hair cut last week into what sort of looks like a "bob", but I had a wool cap firmly over my head.
My (post-and-screw) clip-on earring was completely covered by my hair.
My purple leggings were in my pocket.
The not-particularily-big bulge of my breastforms was completely hidden under my heavy coat; the bra was hidden by the jumpsuit.
My shoes were big clunky rubber ones, not even slightly feminine.
My woman's watch was well hidden under my big male ski gloves.
My trouser-socks would matched the dark too closely to have been visible.
My panties were not even close to escaping.
The only visible femme thing I had was a white-and-roses women's scarf.
I wasn't even moving like a woman -- I was talking big strides to get out of the cold quickly.
It would seem, then, that I've just discovered that a simple scarf is better at generating the illusion than hours in front of the makeup mirror has ever been ;-)
Either that or my knowledge that I was wearing all those feminine things translated into something womanly. An anthropomorphic field, as Terry Pratchet might say :D
Incidently, at the club I had just been at for an hour, no-one seemed to care or much notice that I was wearing a denim jumpsuit. One woman probably noticed something, but I didn't see the "Crossdresser!" lights blink on behind her eyes.