Friday, January 28, 2011


dining5 I have lived in the same area of Connecticut all my life and I have never seen a month of winter weather like the past 31 days! In that time, we had seven snowstorms resulting in a snowfall total of over 5 feet!

The weather has played havoc on my plans to go out. Yesterday, I mentioned cancelling my day trip to First Event because of the weather. Other plans have met similar fates.

It snowed again (10 inches) early yesterday morning, so I worked from home rather than commute to the office.

While clearing the snow from my driveway at noontime, I decided I had had enough; I made up my mind to go out en femme in the evening.

Late in the afternoon, I shaved, showered, did my makeup, and dressed to go out. I wore my Victoria's Secret green sweater dress, brown tights, open-toed snakeskin high heel pumps, and matching snakeskin patterned scarf. I also wore my white fake fur jacket and brown designer knock-off bag.

If you think wearing high heels is an adventure, try it when there is snow, slush, and ice in your path. But I toughed it out for the sake of fashion!

I drove to a very nice Chinese restaurant in the next town. It was about one-quarter full of customers. No one paid me any mind (that I noticed).

My waiter was very polite and called me "Miss." I had a very pleasant dinner and at the end, the waiter presented me with a free dessert: a ball of coconut ice cream.

After dinner, I touched up my lipstick and drove to a nearby Fashion Bug. It was very quiet in the “Bug” --- only one other customer.

The sales staff was very attentive. One saleswoman tried to convince me to be measured and fitted for a pair of a figure-hugging jeans.

I was interested, but I was not sure how I could try on jeans when I was wearing a dress. I had no spare top, so I figured that I would have to strip down to my bra and body shaper. Normally, that would not bother me, but I had not removed enough body hair to strip down to that degree, so I politely turned her down.

I spent about a half hour browsing through the store. I really wasn't looking for anything in particular, but I did find some clip-on earrings that I liked and purchased.

At check-out, I used my Fashion Bug credit card. The cashier, who was the same person who tried to fit me for jeans, asked for additional identification.

I assumed the she was aware I was a male en femme, so I thought nothing about handing her my driver's license.

She looked at it and asked, "Is this your husband?"

"Uh oh," I thought to myself.

"No, that's me," I replied.

She finally realized reality and burst out, "Oh my, God, you look fantastic!"

"Thank-you," I said.

As she was checking me out, she added, "You know, we have other male customers, who dress as women, and I spot them right away, but I never would have guessed you were a guy! You not only look like a woman --- you move like a woman, you talk like a woman, you act like a woman --- you’re all-woman!”

With that, my high heels never touched the slush as I walked on air out of the store and drove home.


  1. Just wonderful! Thanks Stana,... sigh... :)


  2. What a great story and a fitting affirmation of your feminine aura.

  3. Nice story. An outing like that makes it worth battling the elements.

  4. How awesome is that? I love experiences like that!

    By the way, where did today's "the femulated" , with the boy and girl, come from? Also do you still have the collection of the femulated still posted on a page somewhere?

  5. Wow, what a great experience! You're all Woman!


  6. M (formerly Audrey) --- Sorry, but I don't recall the source of today's "The Femulated" image. Good news is that I am working on a new "The Femulated" archive page that should be ready to "go live" in a few weeks.

  7. That is fantastic! Very encouraging to hear!

  8. Oh my! :)
    I have to get to a Fashion Bug, it seems!!

  9. Lucky girl, Stana, and I hope you enjoy many more days like that!

    Although I'm quite slim, and my 'girlish' figure has previously been commented upon, and my 'model-girl' legs are much envied, I'm 6'3" in my stockinged feet, and I would never even consider wearing lower than my 'de rigeur' 4" heels, I don't think I'd get away with it! (: