I have a lovely short sleeved pink top which I've worn once with a jacket. But I wanted to wear it on its own. The problem is, my hairy arms. So I steeled myself and shaved them. I can't say I liked it at first and probably won't keep them that way. But it does open up clothing combinations otherwise not available. I added false eyelashes for the first time too. There's really nothing more I can add. You can see below. Sorry the photos are always from ground level but I have to find a place to put the phone.
So anyway, what happened? Well I have to say, dressed like that, I felt pretty conscious of my appearance. It really is necessary to act the part I think. But I love it when I see men walking with their wives trying to steal a glance at my legs! That happened several times.
After about an hour of wandering around town, I sat down to speak to my Indian friend who Skyped me to discuss his marital problems (his wife is planning to turn him over; I can feel it). Anyway, as I sat on a bench, a tall blond woman stopped nearby to take photos. I felt sure she was trying to get me in the corner of one, so I called her and offered to stand up for a proper shot. She was delighted and told me she hadn't realised I was a man and that I looked gorgeous. I've no idea if she was just being polite but, to cut a long story short, she was twenty eight and we ended up walking together right into the town centre and finding a pavement cafe. It was so great to be accompanied by a nice tall genetic girl; kind of validated my appearance. And just like I've read many times on this site, she kept telling me, "if you're going to dress like that, you've got to own it!" The odd thing was, I think her being alongside me somehow gave other people the green light to take a look. She said I was getting sideways glances from everywhere!
So we drank a couple of spritzers and talked about anything and everything. She was a nice girl with a big heart and I liked her. Even when she tried to sneak a photo up my skirt! Then she had to go to the bathroom. I demurred but I'd been out of the house for about five hours and I was really getting a bit needy. When she got up again, she insisted I go with her. So I did - into the ladies. I still can't believe it. I don't think I would have done it alone. But she waited for me as I readjusted everything. And we emerged triumphant. So there you are, something else to add to my list of achievements.
Finally she had to leave. She was on a driving trip from Latvia to Belgium via Poland, Slovakia, Austria and Germany. With a British friend. And the day wasn't completely over because she invited me to a drag show that evening that, coincidentally, her fried had booked tickets for. I couldn't stand the heels anymore, so I went as my normal self. I don't think she recognised me straight away but she seemed to approve of the male me. It was fascinating to study the drag artists. Although sadly, the evening didn't end too well because I kind of showed myself up by being rather unpleasant to a gay man who'd already attached himself to her when I arrived and whom I found, despite his outrageous behaviour, extremely tedious. He was really beginning to annoy me and he wouldn't go away. Such is life I guess. I never claimed to be perfect. But it was a day to remember, that's for sure. And I'm sure I'd never have had the same adventure dressed as a man. She's promised to send me the photos when she gets them developed (she was using film).
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