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Hey girls!
Good to <see> everyone. It's been a "minute" or so since I checked in.
Ran across my post about being seen by an IT guy at my school, and the positive experience it was.
So...had another adventure... a little more scary...
(Brain-dump follows here
We teachers, when organized enough, can fly away and let our brains recover from the school year.
Unfortunately, I am not one of these. Even now, my little work office is a big mess. So, I have been going in a couple of days a week to sort and purge and plan.
So...this day, I decided to go full-fem ... black pantyhose, black slacks, lovely red satin'esque top, long blond wig, nails, shiny black flats ... It was a lot of fun getting all dressed here. My office is across from a summertime daycare, where a few of the kids I teach go. I was not worried about this. For the amount of time I would be in open spaces, I know that the kids would be very scarce. (i.e. assumption of privacy)
I needed to return some paper and supplies to the central storage area, on the other side of the school, so I got a cart, loaded it up, and walked out my little office's door. I made sure to use a feminine stride, focusing on hip swing an' all that. I turn the corner...
... and one of the 3 school custodians is right there, refilling a mop bucket. She had seen me fully dressed prior, grinning the whole time. She saw me and grinned again. (At that moment, the ice flows through my veins.)
... Then, the new custodian, a younger woman, came out of a nearby classroom to ask the first woman a question. She looks over, with a raised eyebrow.... (my ice-cold heart starts thudding quite hard against my ribcage)
... Then, the C1 - head custodian, named John, comes out too. (Okay, at this moment, I die a frozen icy death) <twitch twitch...> He breaks into a full grin of amusement. I am genuinely scared here, and I am embarrassed to say that I hid behind the story of "having a Drag workshop" later that day, and did not want to waste time having to dress there. My acting skills come into play again, and I wave my hand as if to dismiss the situation as a "nothing", and keep on walking, not even breaking stride.
My mind is a mess at this point, and I am having a flop-sweat attack of concealed panic. My breast forms become unstuck on my chest and start wandering around. I can feel what little makeup I had on dripping off me. When I get to the central supply/work room, I find it is not air-conditioned, which makes it even hotter. So, I take out the breast forms, take off the wig and red top, slip on my drab t-shirt, and get my various tasks done. I finish and return to my little office. Fortunately, there were no other humans in the building, so privacy was in place again.
Gotta understand that in the community where I work, there is a small number of loud-intolerant families that would create a serious problem for me if they learned about my CD'ing, so that evening, I sent John an email, saying that I was glad to provide a smile to the custodial staff and could he please keep this information to himself for the reasons stated here. He replied that he was thankful for my having happily distracted everyone as it gave them the extra bit of oomph needed to finish the incredibly boring tasks they had to do and that there was no problem about me being dressed. He wished me a good summer. The problem was mitigated, sort of, I guess.
Okay... (whew) After all is said and done, I know that everyone in the school knows that I am the Drama/Artsy fella who is game for any sort of play like this. And, I have known John for years. He's got my back, no matter what.
I am residually nervous a wee bit here, but not enough to be stressed. My projected confidence is sort of like a magic cloak, in cases like this, it seems.
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And before everyone tells me... yes, I will be more cautious. I had truly thought that I would be alone in the building that day ...
<shrug>
Hugs to all,
Jenny.
