I went out en femme yesterday.
I ran late, so I had to forgo my shopping plans and drove straight to the university where I did outreach at two Human Sexuality classes.
I want to look my best when I do outreach, so I usually dress up and yesterday was no exception. I wore my favorite dress (the leopard sash-tie wrap dress that I bought from Newport-News), favorite shoes (the Joy Baby Doll Pumps I bought at Payless), black tights, and my short white fake fur car coat. Needless to say, I was overdressed compared to most of the females (students and professors) on campus; I looked like a visitor on campus and that's what I was.
Females were in the majority in both classes; each class had about 25 students with two males in the earlier class and six in the later class.
Usually, the later afternoon class is less energetic, but that was not the case yesterday. Both classes were enthusiastic and asked a lot of questions. The second class even applauded us at the end!
Coincidentally, the two same questions that were never asked before came up in both classes:
One was, "How do you hide your genitalia?"
My answer was right out of my Wednesday blog: I wear a panty girdle to keep my genitalia in check. As I wrote on Wednesday, I tried a gaff, but discovered that it was very uncomfortable and that my male parts would escape frequently and required regaffing. The panty girdle did a much better job keeping those parts in place and was much more comfortable.
The other question was "Do you do hormones or have you had surgery?"
The answer was "no," but I assume the students asked because they thought I might do hormones and had surgery because they thought that it looked liked I had, which means I looked more womanly than the average guy in a dress. So, I took that question as a compliment.
After the first class, we walked to the Student Union for a bite to eat. I missed it, but everyone else commented on how another professor checked me out as we passed him in the hallway. I hate it when that happens and I miss it!
The women in the first class loved my shoes and after the class, a number of them asked me where I bought them. Also, the woman working the Dunkin' Donuts shop in the Student Union where I bought coffee and a flatbread sandwich complimented me on my retro necklace. I thanked her and pointed out my matching retro earrings.
I was tired by the end of the day, but surprisingly my feet did not hurt because my Baby Doll Pumps are so comfortable even with a three-inch heel.
It was another wonderful day out en femme and as always, I look forward to the next opportunity to be the woman I sometimes am.
|Lucille Ball in 1941.|
|Julian Eltinge in the 1914 film The Crinoline Girl.|