My alarm clock sounds off at 5:45 AM.
I slowly get out of bed and remove my pajamas as I walk to the bathroom.
I shave in the shower with a gel shaving cream and a five blade razor to get a close shave. Then I lather up my hair and body with a bar of good old Palmolive, rinse, and step out of the shower to dry off. I touch up my face with the razor to remove some strays I missed, then I apply eye cream around my eyes and a moisturizer on my face and neck.
While I wait for my skin to absorb the moisturizer, I deodorize, then slip into my underwear (waist cincher, girdle, and long line bra).
Next I quickly do my makeup: a dab of concealer under my eyes, foundation, eyebrow pencil, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, blush, lip liner, lipstick, lip gloss, etc. I am done in 15 minutes without any mistakes.
I remember when it took an hour to do my makeup, but practice makes perfect. Now that I wear makeup more often, I am quicker applying it and make few mistakes.
After making up and no wig, I look like a punk rocker!
I shake out my short blond wig and put it on my head. It does not need much work; just some finger combing and it looks great.
I put on a pair of expresso-colored tights, my cute black cap-sleeve babydoll dress decorated with black buttons, which accent its scoop neckline and pockets. It is lightly pleated below the collar and its hem is above the knee. Actually, the hem is well above the knee!
I slip on my black faux suede platform pumps with a 3½” heel. The only jewelry I wear is a watch with a silver bracelet band, a pair of silver hoop clip-on earrings, and my wedding band.
I put on my French-style stick-on nails, spritz myself with Chanel No. 5, and grab my purse.
My wife is still asleep in bed. I give her a light peck on the cheek so I don't smudge my lipstick.
I get in my Subaru Outback and drive to work. The 35-minute commute is uneventful and I park in my usual spot in the company parking lot.
I love the sound of my heels clicking on the pavement; it puts me into a feminine frame of mind.
Our receptionist, Sue, looks up from her work and smiles when she sees me. She buzzes me in so I don't have to fumble through my purse looking for my security card.
"Hi, Sue," I say.
"Hi, Andy. You look pretty today. I love your dress."
I walk to my cubicle and the only person I encounter is Brian. He is wearing a navy blue pin-striped suit with a cropped jacket and a knee-length pencil skirt, a cream colored blouse, nude hose, and patent high heel pumps. His makeup is perfect and he is wearing his chin-length brunette hair in a new pageboy style.
"Hi Brian. I love your new do."
"Thank-you, Andy. My hairdresser suggested it and I love it, too! "
Who would have guessed Brain was trans, but I guess people said the same thing about me.
When the state finally passed the trans anti-discrimination bill, it was surprising how many people showed up at work presenting as the opposite gender. So far, seven guys and four gals out of the 75 people employed here at my company are crossdressing regularly, and when I go out during lunch hour, I constantly run into other trans-people, who now present in the gender they identify as.
The trans anti-discrimination law liberated us so that we can live the way we always dreamed we could live. Isn't it wonderful!
Yes, sadly this is still a dream, but some states (including my own) are now considering trans anti-discrimination legislation and maybe soon, our dream will become our reality.