Hi all,
Danielle's first day out in the daylight. I do hope you all enjoy it
and I promise that the comedic portions really do take place in
my own head, they are not artistically added.
Also the text is formatted in a half page view because the page
glitched just as I was about to submit it and I had to go back to source
in order to copy and paste the story I spent two hours tying to tell. It
was too late and I was to lazy to take it back to a more readable full page
format. Special apology to anyone reading this on a cell phone, your eyeballs
may bleed.
Please enjoy =)
I woke up at five in the morning yesterday. I nearly flew out of bed,
despite the fact that it was thirty minutes earlier than I usually get
up for work. I didn't have to work, but I did have a lot to do. I was
going to see my therapist this morning and I thought that she ought to
know exactly what she had signed up for.
I started some coffee and I ran out the door in my nightie to
strategically position the vehicles in my driveway, and to put the
key for my work truck in the console for my colleges that were going to
borrow it that day. I saw some headlights down the street and sprinted
for the door, it wouldn't have been the first time Jim showed up early.
I'm guessing he would have been reasonably surprised to find me
standing on the road in a lacy cotton nightie.
I ran back inside and showered, and preformed my new strict shaving and
cleansing ritual. It's the part of my day that I'm sure makes my wife
roll her eyes. Whatever, she has naturally nice skin pfft! I gave
myself time to admire my nails, freshly painted a very conservative pink
the night before. I didn't spend long at it though, I had less time
than I'd ever spent to get ready.
I sat down in my office and stared into my make up mirror, I made a
couple funny faces at it. I'm not sure why I always do that?! This was
not the last chance I had to turn back but it certainly would be the
easiest. I struggled on. Make up is hard, frustrating and oh so
wonderful. I had a temper tantrum at my foundation brush, which chose
today of all days, to start shedding bristles all over my face faster
than my husky deposits them on the floor. I finished blending
foundation with a powder brush, and vowed to treat it with more care and
less contempt than the foundation brush, which had sailed over my
shoulder into the corner of the room. I snarled at the mirror, stupid
brush, I looked like an extra from The Walking Dead.
Oh well I thought, and continued on with powder, eye shadow, mascara and
lipstick. There good, I thought, now I at least look like a recently
killed extra from The Walking Dead. Maybe one that had died in a strip
club. I stuck out my tongue at the mirror. Stupid mirror, what do you
know.
My beautiful wife was up and showered now, and asked through the door
(which was closed, my wife is adverse to seeing zombies first thing in
the morning) if we could stop at a drive through to get breakfast on her
way to work. I agreed, dammit, twenty extra minutes off the clock. I
admired my nails again, oops two more minutes down.
Time to tuck, ouch, oops... okay that's better. Boyshort panties, hip
pads, body shaper, no time for adjusting butt pads. Besides I'd had
enough of that snarky mirror. I pulled up the body shaper and looked in
the full length mirror to find one hip pad drastically out of place, it
looked like I had one robot leg. Good grief, mirrors are out to get me
today. It turned out perfect on the second try. I put on my favorite
waist cincher, breast forms and bra. Only slight adjustments required
thankfully.
I wiggled into the outfit I had chosen the week before, having modeled
it and worn it around for a few hours I felt very comfortable in it. I
grabbed some medium silver hoop earrings and a cheap little necklace
that I really love. I tossed on a couple favorite rings, and borrowed a
ring from my darling wife to replace my very macho Celtic wedding band.
I carefully put on my new wig and quickly worked it into a style I
like.
I stood in the mirror transformed. Wow, I thought. I did it! There
was a cute girl looking back at me. I turned to the make up mirror and
stuck out my tongue, just to rub it's flat reflective nose in it.
I quickly put everything I needed in a purse that I borrowed from my
wife as I didn't have one of my own yet. I checked the clock on the way
out the door, three minutes to spare!
I made my wife check around the corner of the garage for any neighborly
activity, she rolled her eyes at me but did it anyways. We hopped in
the truck, that I had earlier positioned for maximum sneakiness, and
that I had left unlocked bank robbery style to make quick get away.
Just as I was regaling myself with tales of my own courage at the
challenges I had already met and stared down with smug defiance and
entirely faked composure, we got to the drive through. I ordered
breakfast for my wonderful wife, and proceeded to the window. Where I
was asked thirty seven more questions than is entirely necessary to
facilitate the required transaction of passing a paper bag between two
adjacent windows. *Confidence Level -1* My wife was clearly amused
with the discomfort I was in at the sound of my own voice, snarky wife.
We continued on to my wife's place of business, at which point I
realized that I had forgotten to apply both deodorant and perfume. My
wife thought this was quite amusing and I silently vowed to lock her in
the same closet as my makeup mirror. I dropped her off and hurried back
to the house to ensure that I would not end up smelling like the
aforementioned reanimated corpse that I though I'd look like. My
neighbors were all up by this point and I screamed into the driveway,
doing my best Dominic Toretto in a 94 Ford Ranger impression. I'm sure
the insurance company would be really happy to hear that I drove
through my own garage door because I didn't smell like dragon fruit and
vanilla.
I left in a similar fashion but smelling nice and girly.
On the thirty minute drive through rush hour traffic my worries and
fears started to get the best of me. *Confidence Level -2* Was that
girl in the car next to me staring at me? Is the guy in that huge 4x4
looking at me? Do they know? Do they hate me? I wonder what it would be
like to actually have a robot leg? It's good to have a short attention
span sometimes. It didn't help that my steel boned waist cincher was
extremely uncomfortable to drive while wearing.
I got to the pay parking lot near my therapist's office and sat there
for a couple minutes staring out the window contemplating the pros and
cons of robot leggedness. Then I checked the time, oh dear I only had
ten minutes. Then I checked Pokemon Go just to make sure there were not
Ponytas around. Then I straightened my hair, fixed my lipstick and
checked the time again. Five minutes, oh dear, I blame my make up
mirror. I took a deep breath and got out of the truck.
I started walking to the parking ticket dispenser... and I felt GREAT. I
realized over the short walk to the ticket dispenser that Danielle had
just been born. She had just become part of the world officially... and
Danielle was me! She was not just a mental construct in my mind but a
base, and real part of me. The same and separate from my male self. It
was and exhilarating and beautiful moment for me. I had to concentrate
the entire time to not cry. It was hard though and I ended up having
to jab a kleenex directly into my eyes in order to not spoil my makeup.
I'm sure anyone watching would have assumed that I was crying over $18
for two hours parking. Which is well enough because if I had been
approached at that moment I might have had a joyous tear fest, ruined my
makeup, and missed my expensive therapy.
I hurried to the building and went straight to the bathroom, luckily a
unisex bathroom. I had the snuffles and didn't want that to ruin the
three layers of mustache concealing makeup I had painstakingly
applied... it was cold out and stuff.
Even though I was almost late I still waited to take an empty elevator
to my floor. Give me a break though, you will remember I was still at
confidence level -3 right?
In the elevator I looked up from the floor to see mirror doors. I saw a
cute girl looking back at me. A cute girl to whom nothing bad had
happened! *Confidence Level +3* Back to even par... alright! I can
work with mediocrity!
I checked in with the elderly secretary at the front desk and she didn't
even bat an eye *confidence Level +2* an eagle! She told me
my therapist would be right out and to have a seat which I did
gratefully as my legs were still trembling with emotion. As I waited I
jammed another tissue in my nose and q-tipped a tiny amount of bleeding
mascara due to inadvertent eye leakage.
My therapist came around the corner and nearly jumped when she saw my
feminine self. She was clearly startled but I wasn't offended, but
rather, amused. I hadn't told her I'd be Danielle. I still haven't
told her I would be Danielle for all of our future meetings either. We
had a good session, It was good to be able to talk to someone. She
complimented me several times, and reassured me that my man hands were
not at all noticeable unless I mentioned them. In all I left the
session feeling good, confident, and proud of myself. *Confidence +5*
That was quite a buff, as anyone who has played AD&D would agree.
I had at least two hours before I had to pick up my wife again so I had
to decide what to do, I'd be damned if i was going to go home and change
though, I was enjoying being Danielle for the first time way too much
for that. I decided to go to a local downtown park to play pokemon (yes
I'm addicted). There was nobody there unfortunately and not much going
on. I walked past a line of cabs and looked over to see one middle
aged fellow staring at me and smiling, there was little doubt, he was
checking me out. Even though it creeped me out a little due to obvious
leering, and the fact that I am a straight male sexually *Confidence
Level +3*.
Well that was it then. I was at confidence level 10, I was a goddess! I
went to a thrift store looking for shoes and bought lots of things,
none of them shoes ironically. I went to a coffee shop and had a drink
and got my wife one.
In the end I was confidence level ten until I figured out that 7 hours
was about the max I could be out and about before beard hairs started
to appear in my makeup. But that's okay I needed to know that anyways.
As we speak my lovely wife is still locked in the 'closet of repentance'
with my makeup mirror (j/k of course) and I'm still at confidence level
10.
I just want you all to know that I would have never made it back from
confidence level -3 without all of you here on this forum.
Love you all,
Dani
PS: Here is a pic my wife took after my big day out.
Flower heart 7.jpg
thanked for sharing.
crossdressing...theirs an app for that 
Originally Posted by Jenniferathome
