In the Ladies’ Room

Following up on my previous post, most civilians assume that everyone in the ladies’ room is a cisgender woman. The idea that someone might not be is so far outside their expectations that it usually takes something obvious to make them think otherwise. So if they see a tall woman in the ladies’ room, they’re inclined to give her the benefit of the doubt.

Some girls recommend getting in and out of the ladies’ room as quickly as possible. I disagree. A woman who seems hurried or furtive may actually draw more attention. When I use the ladies’ room, I put my best high-heeled foot forward. I walk in like I belong, take care of business, wash my hands, maybe primp a bit in the mirror, and leave when I’m ready. The key is to behave naturally and avoid doing anything that calls attention to yourself.

Every now and then, my presence attracts attention—in a good way. A woman might compliment my outfit or ask where I bought my shoes, and suddenly we’re chatting like any two women would. How affirming is that?

That said, I don’t love using the ladies’ room for its intended purpose. The stalls can be tight, especially for someone Amazonian like me. There’s a surprising amount of maneuvering involved—lifting a dress or lowering slacks, dealing with pantyhose and panties, and possibly a girdle, too—all in a very confined space.

And then, of course, you have to reverse the process afterward. That’s why I always give myself a careful once-over in the mirror before leaving the stall, just to make sure everything is where it should be.

One practical tip: never put your bag on the floor—yuck. Use the hook on the back of the door.

And most importantly—always remember to sit to pee.

Wearing Venus

Paul Lynde femulating in the 1966 film The Glass Bottom Boat.
Click here to view this film on YouTube.