I had spent the last 2 days editing the 384 photos I shot of the local drag queens Friday night. I was wearing a bright red blouse (no bra, no 'girls'), pink panties and black skaters skort.
I wanted to give the photos to the Drag Queens that Sunday at Karaoke at the club. I got so involved that I ran out of time.
Normally,
I never go to the club as 'my male guy'. But this time I did.
I just slipped out of the Skort I was wearing. leaving my panties on and put on some guy pants. Left on the blouse and slipped on some white socks and my male western boots. Grabbed my Keys, money, and Identity out of my purse and stuffed them into my USA leather jacket with the big eagle on the back. no camera (felt weird - no camera. But I could shoot with my phone.)
Away I went. I drove to the exit of the mobile home park and came back. I had forgotten the photos. Off I raced the ten miles (16 K) to the club.
I walked in in the low lit club. Boy did I get the looks. They didn't know who I was until I walked over to were the group was sitting and I displayed the folder with 8 Photos in it. (all pages are 8.5 x 11 full page glossies, head shots).
That night I did do two songs then came home and took off the pants and put the skort back on to do some more photo work.