susiej
05-10-2007, 10:58 PM
A while ago, my wife and daughters went off for a weekend girl scout adventure, to which I was cordially not invited. I was left at home by myself, for nearly three days. Oh, how ever would I spend the time ???
I gave them a half hour to come back because they forgot something (a lesson I have learned almost at my peril), then spent a couple hours changing into Susie. I did a couple of trances, dressed to the nines, had a couple of glasses of chablis, and was feeling tres chic, tres femme.
It was a warm night in the 'burbs where I live, and I couldn't sleep. Spent some time on this forum, and in Second Life, my other favorite home on the 'net. At 1AM local, more or less, I was wearing a dark blue chiffon dress, ankle length, with a cute little matching jacket. Had on my auburn wig and my 38D forms, and was made up -- looked pretty good, for an old broad, even if I do say so myself.
A little voice in me said, "come on, let's go outside." I looked around to see if Karren Hutton had somehow sneaked into my room :), but it was just me, just Susie, wanting to go out, for the first time in her life. Maybe it was the wine, but I couldn't resist. Out I went, and walked all around our block.
What little rational part of me remained that night concluded that in spite of the near full moon, my very dark, ankle length dress would make me almost completely invisible, so the chances of being recognized were minimal. As it turned out, I met nobody on the entire walk. Just Susie, the moonlight, the trees, the dark houses, and the stars. OMG, it was wonderful. By the time I had made it 3/4 of the way around the block, I had relaxed completely, and was walking a walk like, well, if somebody had been following me, they would have been totally convinced!
I tell you all this because of a funny thought that struck me about it just now. I did have a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach, of course -- and in retrospect, it was because I was being Lady Godiva In Reverse. I was out in the open air, fully dressed, taking a chance that somebody might see me :).
In the cool light of the next morning, my rational self recovered somewhat (with the aid of Tylenol), and I promised not to take this risk too often, but to try it again some day, maybe during a new moon. But, my rational self also observed a different thing, mentioned here by other girls going out for the first time: in rough terms, nobody out there cares who you are, or what you wear. How trivial the chance is, compared to the one Lady Godiva took all those centuries ago!
Hugs,
Susie
I gave them a half hour to come back because they forgot something (a lesson I have learned almost at my peril), then spent a couple hours changing into Susie. I did a couple of trances, dressed to the nines, had a couple of glasses of chablis, and was feeling tres chic, tres femme.
It was a warm night in the 'burbs where I live, and I couldn't sleep. Spent some time on this forum, and in Second Life, my other favorite home on the 'net. At 1AM local, more or less, I was wearing a dark blue chiffon dress, ankle length, with a cute little matching jacket. Had on my auburn wig and my 38D forms, and was made up -- looked pretty good, for an old broad, even if I do say so myself.
A little voice in me said, "come on, let's go outside." I looked around to see if Karren Hutton had somehow sneaked into my room :), but it was just me, just Susie, wanting to go out, for the first time in her life. Maybe it was the wine, but I couldn't resist. Out I went, and walked all around our block.
What little rational part of me remained that night concluded that in spite of the near full moon, my very dark, ankle length dress would make me almost completely invisible, so the chances of being recognized were minimal. As it turned out, I met nobody on the entire walk. Just Susie, the moonlight, the trees, the dark houses, and the stars. OMG, it was wonderful. By the time I had made it 3/4 of the way around the block, I had relaxed completely, and was walking a walk like, well, if somebody had been following me, they would have been totally convinced!
I tell you all this because of a funny thought that struck me about it just now. I did have a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach, of course -- and in retrospect, it was because I was being Lady Godiva In Reverse. I was out in the open air, fully dressed, taking a chance that somebody might see me :).
In the cool light of the next morning, my rational self recovered somewhat (with the aid of Tylenol), and I promised not to take this risk too often, but to try it again some day, maybe during a new moon. But, my rational self also observed a different thing, mentioned here by other girls going out for the first time: in rough terms, nobody out there cares who you are, or what you wear. How trivial the chance is, compared to the one Lady Godiva took all those centuries ago!
Hugs,
Susie