I should have put a signed FedEx door tag on the door. I should have known they would show up today.
I was expecting a delivery, and it would have been nice to accept delivery today. But Saturday mornings are usually girl time for me. I was snapping a few shots on the ol' camera. Saturdays are my time to do it up to the nines, with full makeup, fingernails, the whole works. And I was really enjoying myself, wearing my very favorite dress, hosiery, heels, everything.
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I hadn't looked at the tracking numbers, or I'd have known they were coming beforehand. But wouldn't you know it, There went the doorbell! They came while I was all dressed up, and I hadn't put a door tag on the door. I'm pretty sure they knew someone was home, too, as the TV was going and my car was in the driveway.
Now, I've read all your stories about answering the door while en femme. And truthfully, except for my hands (big, hairy ugly things!), I think I do pretty well with my female emulation. I could have just answered the door and signed for the items, which now will not get here until Tuesday.
But I just couldn't. I....just couldn't do it. I've been out a few times, but for the most part, I just keep my femme activities to the home. And although I think I looked pretty good, I just couldn't open that door. And I feel bad that I'm making the delivery guy have to come back.
Sigh....I guess I'm just not there yet.