A couple of weeks ago a friend of ours had a James Bond themed birthday party. I immediately decided this would be my opportunity to go out dressed for my very first time. I would be a Bond Girl.
I will put some of the highlights of the my night below, and will add more details in a post in the Special Events and Occasions section of the forum for those inclined.
My decision to go as a Bond Girl was going to be challenging as my Wife is a DADT and not very supportive (she has known for about 25 years and still does not like it) so I was not to expect much enthusiasm from her. Regardless I decided to go for it.
My choice of Bond Girl (BG) was made after an extensive review of google images to find one that was not in a bikini but in a dress I could get away with. I finally found my Girl. Pam Bouvier from License To Kill.
The first step in my process was to get my Makeup on. My wife was there in the bathroom to offer assistance and advice but was really not overly forth coming. That is until I was making such a mess of it that she slowly started to take over. Once she got involved the makeup went on much better and the transformation started to take place.
Next up was to get my wardrobe. I had already decided what I would be wearing, my LBD, fishnet stockings, my favourite bra, black thong and my two inch heel black shoes with pointing toes. I should mention that because Pam has short hair I decided to go without a wig but style my hair like hers as it was not that far off.
I borrowed a little black clutch form my wife, who was now seemingly resided to the fact that this was happening, put in my ID, my phone, some cash for poker, and my lipstick and I was ready to go.
We are greeted by the birthday girl and her husband who are so happy to see us and completely overjoyed at me being a BG. My BG was a big hit IMHO and I had a lot of extra conversations with some of the other BGs. I have always preferred talking with women anyway so this worked out well for me. I was even more surprised at how many of the other BGs seemed to really like the fact I was dressed up.
One of my favourite parts of the night was when I went to the bathroom to reapply my lipstick. I felt so feminine and although you could still see some man behind the make up and clothes, that was the first time I really felt like Mercedes was being accepted. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that this was a night I would never forget and one that I could not wait to share.
As the night went on I chatted and drank more, never got to inebriated, as I could feel that my toes were squashed and the breeze when I would gently wave my dress.
The night eventually had to come to end and my wife and I said our goodbyes and gave our hugs and kisses. It was a wonderful experience and one that I hope will take me to a new level of confidence and self acceptance.
Thank you for taking time to read a story of one night along my journey.
Love
Mercedes. The Bond Girl. XOXOXO