I have been working on Vicky's public appearance for a few weeks here, and I think I did it too well this past weekend!!!
I had a moment when I surprised myself BIG TIME.
BACKGROUND
For about 3 months here I have been having "cravings" to be in female mode that have made me a little reckless in some of my outfits and some of my makeup techniques. This has resulted in some "feedback" from the people I have been out with that has actually been helpful, but at the time was pretty harsh. (OK, I looked pretty awful now that I think about it too.
) The positive item is that I have found that my earlier fears about going out in girl mode at all have disappeared for the most part and I am no longer feeling as conspicuous as an elephant in a tea parlor.
THE DAY
On Saturday at about 2 pm I actually put on a new sun dress, and did my makeup in a MUCH MORE subtle way than usual, and found myself liking what I saw much better. I have a very nice breast length streaked blond wig that I bought about 3 weeks ago on a day when my hair choice had been a short red wig, that was bit too clown fluffy. Since our weather was running in the mid 80's I tried putting the blond wig into a banana clip pony tail that got the hair off my neck. I thought it looked very good, and it was quite comfortable. I went out the
front door of the house VERY confidently (feeling wonderful) and drove back to the scene of my fashion crimes, a "T VERY FRIENDLY" store called Countessa's Closet in North Hollywood. The fun started when I walked into the store where I am known in both male and female mode. Countessa herself first asked "May I help you miss?" and did a double take and then realized who I was. Even two of the other girls I know had to look twice to be sure I was their "sister" Vicky. The only critical comment on my makeup was to try just a slightly more brownish color of eye shadow. (I had on a dark rose color). My hair styling came up for a little more comment, and I got a lesson on how to pin up the wig, since "the banana clip can tear up and tangle the hair". I liked the result actually. It was more formal than the pony tail, and still felt great.
None of the girls were going out to dinner that night, so I borrowed Countessa's phone and called a couple of "family" members that know both of me and asked if they would like a visitor. The answer was yes, and they did not care which of me came. As I started to go, I handed the phone back to Countessa who also knows them, and heard her telling them they would not believe how good Vicky looked!!
When I got to the house, about 60 miles away in the Palmdale (high desert) area north of LA, both of my "family" members were very happy with the way I looked, since they had seen me in one of my worse moments. (It had been a green eye shadow the would have been appropriate for one of the cast members of
Wicked")
We actually went out to a neighborhood Persian restaurant as three ladies, and were treated that way, but I was having such a good time talking that I actually forgot how I looked. I felt so darn good and natural, just clothed and not "dressed". Two glasses of iced tea though, and it was restroom time!. One of the other patrons of the restaurant pointed me over to the Women's room on his own call!!! I had gotten too close to turning toward the Men's restroom for his comfort!!!
My real shock was when I opened the door to the Women's rest room and saw what I thought was another
very nice looking blond woman coming out!! WRONG -- it was a mirror facing the door, and it took me about three seconds to recognize MYSELF. WOW!! This was a "high" so much greater and more wonderful than ANYTHING I ever got off of alcohol or stuff of that nature. I am still getting little shivers of happiness when I think about it. (About 4.8 on the Richter earthquake scale since these are "aftershocks".)
I'm not on HRT, but if that is what you get on hormones, get out of my way, here I come!!!!
