|Dana and her "sister"|
You’re out en femme and a woman reacts negatively (or positively) because you look better than her.
I was at a fund raising event (guest of a friend) of about 300 people in attendance and found myself not alone in the choice of my dress! I really love this dress and actually had to wait about 8 months before it went on sale and I could buy it. It is a very fun and flirty dress to wear and received several compliments on it from other ladies, which of course makes it even more fun and exciting!
So unlike a previous time where the girl was not liking the fact both of us had on a very similar dress, this woman was all smiles and we laughed, complimenting the other on how good we each looked (yes, she was just being nice to me, but it meant the world to me as I think she is beautiful). I told her we could just say sisters if anyone asked and she said YES, the story being set! To the right is a picture of us together!
Sindi’s Internet Intrigue
I am on a social site. I received a email from a member saying I should not be playing dress-up- nothing about how I looked. I read it and could not figure out why she wrote that. So I emailed back saying I guessed she did not want to be friends, LOL Turns out her husband had been looking at my page OMG - a jealous woman. And jealous of me???
Carollyn’s Makeup Counter Adventure
I went to Nordstrom at Bellevue Square (WA) to get a couple of Clinique items and to ask the cosmetologist for “smokey eye” assistance, since I was going to party that evening with Jamie Grae and her friends in Everett.
I was wearing the black outfit (photo below), but with boots not heels, since it was raining. The skirt was also longer. I rolled it for the party since everyone wears short skirts where we were going. I also wore my black leather jacket.
I told Michele I was ambi-gender and told me she had numerous CD customers and that she was not bothered. The ladies did not have any clients, so they walked over to see what Michele was doing for me. I had removed my jacket so my cleavage was apparent too. The first comment I heard was “Where did you get your nylons and boots?”
I was wearing patterned nylons. They asked me if I could model for them. So, I took off my boots and walked around the counter. I told them where I bought both items.
“Well, when Michele is done with you, please come over to our counter.”
About 15 minutes later, I paid Michele for the product and thanked her for her help with Carollyn the “smokey eye” and went to see the other two ladies.
“You are beautiful,” said one lady. The other said, “I could never look as pretty as you.”
And they were both lovely and classy in their appearance. Compliments continued to flow.
We talked for about 10 minute, mostly about where I buy my clothes, why I was in Washington, and about living in California. I don't think they knew I was CD, or at least they did not lead on to it. I did show them a couple of pictures of me that I had on my camera in different outfits and even gave them one of my “business” cards. The both gave me a hug and said to come back any time.
Obviously, I walked out of Nordstrom on Cloud 9.
I was never out in a dress, but I was working out in a hotel workout room wearing a light blue leotard and what they called then "Toast" colored tights. I also had on a little elastic belt which was strictly to accessorize the leo and pull the outfit together. I had many different colored belts which mostly matched the different colored tights I would wear. It really just gave it a cute look.
I began in the room by myself and two women came in together to workout. They struck up a conversation with me.
One said to both her friend and me, "I think I need to have a talk with my husband about letting me spend more on my workout clothes. It is depressing when a guy has cuter outfits than me."
Then the other woman said, "He also has better legs than you."
She then looked at me and said, "Do you like having girly legs?"
The last comment that they made after I finished and said goodbye, "You have a better ass than either of us also. Now that is depressing."
Stana's Tall Encounter
One of my best femulating moments was when I was browsing the racks at the local Nordstrom and a saleswoman nearby spoke up, "You're tall. I'm tall, too. How tall are you?"
I said, "Six foot two."
She replied, "I'm six foot one."
And she engaged me in a discussion about being a tall female. She asked me how I liked being tall when I was a girl. ("I loved it.") She admitted that she had some difficulties during her school years because of her height, but as an adult, she was happy with her height.
After we exchanged a few more words, I excused myself and walked on air for the rest of my day at the mall.
I used to worry that I could never pass because of my height. That day at the mall convinced me otherwise.
Caveat Emptor: This post is a variation of a previously post published.
|Wearing Guy Laroche. (Source: Vogue Patterns)|
|Old school womanless beauty pageant, circa 1960.|