TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: Halloween on the street
Apologies to all for not updating these blogs (ok, yes I use the same story on both sites) but my mate was diagnosed with stomach cancer; three-major-operations-in-a-4-week-time-span later our life schedules and lifestyles have dramatically changed.
So instead of having several quick “gurl mornings” each week, I’ve only been able to dress a couple of times since my mate has been home --- recovering from the operations and now taking chemo twice a month.
I do my daily gurl stuff of course --- nails, hair, sexy thong, cute gurl sox beneath my black ones when dressed in hated boi-clothes and around home I wear my bikini bottom over my thong and a tshirt or tank top.
Thus when I discovered that I would be in the eastern part of the state on Halloween, I decided that Bri would have to go to the big gay club in the Big City.
I found a new black lace, satin-lined dress online and ordered it, hoping I’d find the package before anyone else. I took it as a good omen that the driver pulled up 10 minutes after I got home.
I’d wanted a more urban look than last year’s “I’m a hick slut from the hills” but the dress was more conservative than I had planned and less flattering than I’d hoped.
Thinking quickly about what my sisters on sissysocial chat would do, I decided to take the scissors to the dress, cutting out the lining of the bodice making the top half sheer lace only.
My undercup corset would be pushing my boobies (prob one of my better assets when displayed properly) up and through the lace showing off my big nipples.
But the dress fell to my knees and hung like a tent over my belly. I didn't have time for serious alterations, so I hit upon the idea of a leopard-print belt or sash to match the gloves I’d found. Trying the idea out with my measuring tape (don’t ask) I figured the sash-belt would lift the skirt to a good slutty mid-thigh and still cover my cheeks.
I spent until 1 a.m. rounding up my gurl stuff and packing it for the trip east.
I had planned to spend the night in the Big City, but finances dictated that I would just spend Friday in a cheap hotel and have to come home early Sunday morning. I slept wonderfully in my nightie and shaved my body extremely close that morning.
I wouldn’t have a room to change into my dress before going into the club so Saturday I picked my sexiest thong and a pair of crotchless sheer pantyhose to wear beneath my hated boi clothes.
I spent Saturday morning shopping for handbags and found both the belt and a matching handbag in different stores.
After a successful business trip, I was in the mood to celebrate so I cranked up the Lady Gaga and headed east towards the Big City. I found a safety rest area and checking the stalls, returned with my dress, corset and a long sleeved t-shirt.
The corset challenged me a bit, but I got it on, slipped on the dress, tucked it into my black sweats, pulled the t-shirt on and then painted my nails bright pink before returning to the superslab
.
I needed some makeup remover so as I rolled into the big city I found a Walgreen’s and pulled in. I wandered down the aisles a bit lost, looking for it when a 20-something cute sales girl asked if she could help
.
I remembered an excellent forum piece where a gurl recommended getting help from younger workers as they were less inclined to be judgemental and more helpful so I plunged in and asked.
She showed me my choices and then i looked at her smiled and asked which would SHE use? I smiled big at me and I bought her recommendation and she sold me some eye-liner also. She insisted on checking me out herself and was very kind.
I pulled into the parking lot og the club and began to dress. I yanked off the shirt, slithered out of my sweat pants, did my hair in a gurly pony-tail, high atop my back-length tresses.
My only complaint with the model of car I prefer are the crappy vanity mirrors. I got the eyeshadow and mascara on and then tried the eyeliner….WOW!
It was a dream come true, I loved the effect. I actually felt pretty as I applied the belt, loaded my purse, fastened my 3” black sparkly heels, took a deep breathe and began my walk in public.
I caught my shadow as walked, thankful that I’ve spent some time each month in heels practicing walking and dancing. I noticed that I still was lumbering a bit, so I concentrated about adding a bit more bounce and sway in my step
.
It was like I shifted gears and it felt natural and great, the dress swinging against my thighs and my titties bouncing up against the lace making my nipples harder in the chill Halloween air. I felt prettier.
A young couple in lust was approaching me as I pranced down the block and he was absorbed in his smoking hot date as we met and he subconsciously nodded as we met. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him take another quick look at me then I was around the corner and into the club.
Safe.
Well not so safe. Seems that in all the excitement of the summer some bimbo had forgotten to renew her license…..I couldn’t get in.
I still enjoyed my walk back down the block to my car. I sat in the driver's seat and decided I didn't want to take off my make up. I was surprised that I wasn’t too disappointed, I was still in a good mood. Then it hit me why
For just a second, when that guy had first looked at me, I had passed.
.
It was exhilarating.
I decided to just leave the dress on, so I wormed of of the corset, pulled on a jacket and headed out of town to the voice of Taylor Swift.
The toll-booth taker and burger-joint cashier both giggled when they looked down and saw the dress and hose. I stopped on a dirt road before I got home to take off my make up and had a wonderful surprise.
It felt so good and smelled so wonderful. I felt so gurly. It was a nice Halloween.
Be good to your inner gurl! She deserves it!~kisses~Bri
So instead of having several quick “gurl mornings” each week, I’ve only been able to dress a couple of times since my mate has been home --- recovering from the operations and now taking chemo twice a month.
I do my daily gurl stuff of course --- nails, hair, sexy thong, cute gurl sox beneath my black ones when dressed in hated boi-clothes and around home I wear my bikini bottom over my thong and a tshirt or tank top.
Thus when I discovered that I would be in the eastern part of the state on Halloween, I decided that Bri would have to go to the big gay club in the Big City.
I found a new black lace, satin-lined dress online and ordered it, hoping I’d find the package before anyone else. I took it as a good omen that the driver pulled up 10 minutes after I got home.
I’d wanted a more urban look than last year’s “I’m a hick slut from the hills” but the dress was more conservative than I had planned and less flattering than I’d hoped.
Thinking quickly about what my sisters on sissysocial chat would do, I decided to take the scissors to the dress, cutting out the lining of the bodice making the top half sheer lace only.
My undercup corset would be pushing my boobies (prob one of my better assets when displayed properly) up and through the lace showing off my big nipples.
But the dress fell to my knees and hung like a tent over my belly. I didn't have time for serious alterations, so I hit upon the idea of a leopard-print belt or sash to match the gloves I’d found. Trying the idea out with my measuring tape (don’t ask) I figured the sash-belt would lift the skirt to a good slutty mid-thigh and still cover my cheeks.
I spent until 1 a.m. rounding up my gurl stuff and packing it for the trip east.
I had planned to spend the night in the Big City, but finances dictated that I would just spend Friday in a cheap hotel and have to come home early Sunday morning. I slept wonderfully in my nightie and shaved my body extremely close that morning.
I wouldn’t have a room to change into my dress before going into the club so Saturday I picked my sexiest thong and a pair of crotchless sheer pantyhose to wear beneath my hated boi clothes.
I spent Saturday morning shopping for handbags and found both the belt and a matching handbag in different stores.
After a successful business trip, I was in the mood to celebrate so I cranked up the Lady Gaga and headed east towards the Big City. I found a safety rest area and checking the stalls, returned with my dress, corset and a long sleeved t-shirt.
The corset challenged me a bit, but I got it on, slipped on the dress, tucked it into my black sweats, pulled the t-shirt on and then painted my nails bright pink before returning to the superslab
.
I needed some makeup remover so as I rolled into the big city I found a Walgreen’s and pulled in. I wandered down the aisles a bit lost, looking for it when a 20-something cute sales girl asked if she could help
.
I remembered an excellent forum piece where a gurl recommended getting help from younger workers as they were less inclined to be judgemental and more helpful so I plunged in and asked.
She showed me my choices and then i looked at her smiled and asked which would SHE use? I smiled big at me and I bought her recommendation and she sold me some eye-liner also. She insisted on checking me out herself and was very kind.
I pulled into the parking lot og the club and began to dress. I yanked off the shirt, slithered out of my sweat pants, did my hair in a gurly pony-tail, high atop my back-length tresses.
My only complaint with the model of car I prefer are the crappy vanity mirrors. I got the eyeshadow and mascara on and then tried the eyeliner….WOW!
It was a dream come true, I loved the effect. I actually felt pretty as I applied the belt, loaded my purse, fastened my 3” black sparkly heels, took a deep breathe and began my walk in public.
I caught my shadow as walked, thankful that I’ve spent some time each month in heels practicing walking and dancing. I noticed that I still was lumbering a bit, so I concentrated about adding a bit more bounce and sway in my step
.
It was like I shifted gears and it felt natural and great, the dress swinging against my thighs and my titties bouncing up against the lace making my nipples harder in the chill Halloween air. I felt prettier.
A young couple in lust was approaching me as I pranced down the block and he was absorbed in his smoking hot date as we met and he subconsciously nodded as we met. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him take another quick look at me then I was around the corner and into the club.
Safe.
Well not so safe. Seems that in all the excitement of the summer some bimbo had forgotten to renew her license…..I couldn’t get in.
I still enjoyed my walk back down the block to my car. I sat in the driver's seat and decided I didn't want to take off my make up. I was surprised that I wasn’t too disappointed, I was still in a good mood. Then it hit me why
For just a second, when that guy had first looked at me, I had passed.
.
It was exhilarating.
I decided to just leave the dress on, so I wormed of of the corset, pulled on a jacket and headed out of town to the voice of Taylor Swift.
The toll-booth taker and burger-joint cashier both giggled when they looked down and saw the dress and hose. I stopped on a dirt road before I got home to take off my make up and had a wonderful surprise.
It felt so good and smelled so wonderful. I felt so gurly. It was a nice Halloween.
Be good to your inner gurl! She deserves it!~kisses~Bri
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