That's really fantastic Busty. Thank you for sharing.
Now playing in the new Lacy Place area and loving it. Come join us.
Hope you are enjoying your fem time but I would say that as soon as you start lactating then you have gone far enough, lol.
Good luck girl.
Hugs and kisses. Regina.
Or, to put Regina's comment in the positive (and the alliterative), you're good as long as there is a lack of lactating.
HAHA!! I probably have bigger problems if I lactate. The new breast forms are awesome. So much bounce :-)
Glad to hear it. Boom titty boom titty boom boom boom.
This is my first post on the site. I am in the closet, as has been true all my life. Like many of you, I am married. My wife used to participate, "instructing" me to put on lingerie in the bedroom on occasion as part of intimacy, before retreating to the "you can dress in private if I am not around." Fair enough, and I do love her!
So how can I write about my boldest cross-dressing when I have never ventured out of the closet? Read on.
Growing up, I had to share lingerie and hair curlers with my mom. More accurately, I was sharing hers.
College was my first opportunity to dress on my own. My senior year I had a semi-private bedroom that I could use almost exclusively. I took every advantage and slept in my adorable baby doll chiffon nightie almost every evening. I loved every moment and felt so feminine and dainty.
So why bold?
I lived in a fraternity house. The football team fraternity with 9 of the 22 starters. The flimsy door to my room hardly latched.
I trembled every time someone knocked, but somehow never was caught.
An adventure? Oh yes, every time I locked the door and the nightie (and the girl in me) came out.
The consequences of being caught? I have no idea- singing soprano with the sorority sisters?
Great story Krissie.
Welcome to LIL and welcome to our thread! I did enjoy your story. I think sleeping in a nightie and in a frat house is really bold!! You don't have to worry about qualifying for this thread on that account!
Feel free to share here anytime!
It's hard to call anything I do my "boldest adventure" any more. Having done so many bold things,it becomes impossible to compare. But the last week has been pretty bold.
It started a week ago on Thursday evening. Well, it probably started 5 weeks earlier, in May. I was scheduled for my normal waxing in the back in May in the early afternoon, and had my support group for the evening. But then I got an invite to another friend's party, which ran from early afternoon to late in the evening. I didn't want to skip either event. So I told my friend that I'd come and leave early.
That didn't leave enough time for my makeup and getting ready after my waxing. So I put on some of my makeup (foundation, contouring, eye liner and mascara) that wouldn't be too noticeable, with the plan to finish the more unmistakablly feminine parts (blush, eye shadow, lipstick) after my waxing. When my back was being done, the paper (tissue paper like at a doctor's office) must have slipped, because when I finished, some of my makeup was on the table, and the wax specialist had to scrub it clean.
I didn't say anything at the time and neither did she, but I was determined to let her know about me on my next visit (which was a week ago Thursday). I had preloaded some pictures of me en femme over the last few months (and me in my quineañera gown) into a folder on my tablet. While trying to figure out how (and to get the courage to) bring the subject up, she asked me why I started waxing. I only hesitated for a moment before I told her confidently that I was a crossdresser. She was somewhat surprised, but as I had expecting, accepting. I gave her a brief history, answered questions, and when I finished, showed her the pictures I had saved. She even told me that I have a lot of nice outfits.
As to the reason why I was getting waxed on Thursday instead of my usual Saturday, it was because I went to the Coney Island mermaid parade with Lady Ellen and her friend on Saturday. People dress up themselves, their kids, and sometimes their dogs as mermaids, mermen, Neptune, or other nautical (and some not) themed costumes (not to mention a number of topless ladies with some amount of body paint). What makes this so bold is that I went en femme, I went to the neighborhood where I grew up, and very near to where my brother (who doesn't know about me) still lives.
I wore a minimum of makeup. All I used was some beard covering foundation, eye liner, mascara, and lipstick.
Because this was just a block from the boardwalk and the beach, I had gone out on Friday to buy my first bathing suit. Luckily I was able to find a one piece all in black that met the two requirements: it had to cover my breast forms without any cleavage (the color of the forms is too pink for my olive skin), and had to have a skirt to hide any bulge. I glued on the forms to avoid any shifting and wore the suit under my clothes instead of underwear. Sadly, the weather did not cooperate with us the day of the parade. It rained from 11:30 until about 2 (the parade kicked off at 1 and took about 20 minutes to reach us). We spent an hour at the New York Aquarium, but with most of it outside we didn't get to see too much. We then went and found a spot half a block past The Cyclone, the famous wooden roller-coaster. We waited by the curb with umbrellas, although many people found some shelter in the arcades. Here is a picture of me with my umbrella and the Cyclone in the background.
The parade was a lot of fun with many interesting costumes. Our two complaints were the large gaps between marchers, and then larger groups were so tightly packed you couldn't get a good look at everyone in the group. (I also discovered the next day that my phone got soaked in my purse and I needed to get a new one.) Still, we enjoyed ourselves and took a ton of pictures and a few short videos.
The sun tried peaking out by the end of the parade, although it was mostly cloudy through much of the day. My friends went for some funnel cake after the parade, and then we went back to the aquarium. We managed to finish seeing what we missed, and even got to see a sea lion show in the amphitheater. I changed from my wedged sandals to pink sneakers because I was starting to feel sore on my big toes and didn't want to get a blister. By the time we left the aquarium, the fog was rolling in, so again it wasn't beach weather, and I never got to get a picture of me in my bathing suit.
We got back to New Jersey around 7 and I treated my friends to some Chinese takeout. I left shortly after 8 to head home.
There are a few photos of us, other parade goers, and paraders at the Le Femme meetup site. There is one of all three of us which looks a bit unclear. This was a selfie taken off of a mirrored New York City sanitation truck.
Despite the weather, it was a really fun day.
How exciting Alison. Thanks for sharing. Nice picture too. :)