Deliveries

They just throw mine on the porch. I never have a chance to answer the door.

I do this all the time. It's my home, my place, my rules.

My partner uses instacart a lot. A few months ago, while I was dressed completely in an old favorite dress, I impulsively answered the door for the instacart driver. I explained that my partner was upstairs and would be down in a minute. The funny thing is, I didn't understand how instacart works. I didn't have to open the door at all. They just leave it on the steps!

The guy didn't bat an eye.

I'd be scared as hell if I had to interact with a delivery guy as me and not Him.

On the other hand I've planned going out in daylight into city once I learn make-up good enough to pass at glance when passing by in the streets and can't wait for it to happen.

I don't attempt to hide any bust development, which as a DD is getting harder.

Rather I worry whether they will ask to use the loo, so I tidy up my bras, makeup, forms etc., but it's still like a teenage's bedroom.

I can change my look OK but my voice is another problem.

So not for me

While I'm never "en femme", I have answered the door for the pizza guy many a time in yoga shorts and a women's t-shirt, and a couple of those times with painted toenails. If they noticed none of them have ever showed the slightest reaction.

I think I pass. I go ahead and answer the door!