Anzac Day

I trust everyone supported those that fought for our freedom and hope that our freedom those brave people battled for and died for, to be ourselves, will never be stolen from us.

Being co conscious, means my male self will always support my brothers in arms, will always respect those that died or fought for our freedom.  

But your probably not here for stories about what it means to be the caring "human" that god intended us to be, so lets chat about Crossdressing.

Someone requested I try short skirts, so I thought this week I'll give it a try (sorry writer - my Nike gym shorts are quite short and I don't want to offend anyone).

   

Turns out, I'm not a fan of stocking. 

It might be the unwritten rule that "All cross dresses love stocking" and if that's true, then I obviously not a crossdresser. The other mentality that "all cross dressers are gay and dress to attract other men", then I'm doubly not a crossdresser.

Anyway - Away stocking!!! okay, the following 2 photos were from 2 weeks ago and since I was only dressed until 9.30am, I had decided make up wasn't required that early in the morning. If I was out until 10-10:30 or later, then I would have hit the make up bag, but generally I'm to busy to allocate a whole day to dressing up.

For some reason I checked the visitor data page - Hi Sis or niece, don't worry I'm not bringing girls clothes when I visit (they both live in a small suburb, but obviously not a regular reader). Often I get cool V8 muscle car shirts while visiting, but the last few years they have been supporting European 4 cylinder race cars.  

While my stock of mens clothes is limited, I think should get something nice and meaningful, and wear it while sitting in their German 4 cylinder car.

Escape Auckland

I've had a few days "On Site", even got on the tools a bit (as a refresher). 

The nice thing about being out of town, is the ability to wear what you want, eat what you want and go where ever the mood takes you (mostly sitting around the hotel at night watching TV).

 

Well at least I know where my lipstick went. I'm not overly impressed by Dunkin' Donuts coffee cup lids, they remind me of a kids sipper bottle and I ain't that young anymore.

I was lucky I didn't have to wear the hard hat all day, but just noticed my work socks leave a bit of a indentation. Not that I would have noticed had I not been looking at the photo

The cure to the sock indent issue - longer dresses during these away trips. I don't really mind actually, being away from home means I can dress each evening the way I want. The down side is, my heels have worn a hole in my toe 😞

So on the motorway on the way home, a truck driver honked and I assumed they got excited by my legs. He soon over took me again (there was quite a bit of traffic all with different speeds) and as I passed him the second and last time I heard him shouting like "Woo". I'm not into that sort of stuff and didn't appreciate it at all. If someone likes my legs, I'd rather they just walk up to me and say "Hi, how's your day going" or something similar to start an intelligent conversation. I mean, even the girl at the petrol station was very nice to me (as most people are) and would have been more interesting than someone just honking and shouting.

Have you ever....

 Had a wish we could have "Corset Week" where we could all go out in corsets.

While I didn't get a week, but two outings for just a couple of hours each.

I really wanted a black look and with the return of wifes long black skirt, I figured I could be slightly classy in a corset (or maybe not). Maybe I also should brush my wigs occasionally so I don't have that "gone wild" look, might look into that next month.

But how would a corset look with a bit of colour?

While I quite enjoy wearing the corset, I'm unsure if it's a bit over the top or not

The corset's probably not the sort of thing to wear to Bunnings hardware store however when picking up furniture decking stain and PVA glue to repair faults in the woodwork. 

Sorry - choking - dog just farted by my feet, and it's one for the Guinness book of records if only I had bottled it.

 

I still haven't got around to purchasing my new boobs after the car break-in and theft of my "girly grab bag", so while they may look big, I won't mention the socks that pad out my breast forms.

Something I learned about the wrap dresses that ties around your back - sometimes (like today), what you think is a bow tied at your back, can be a knot, maybe caused by the corset? So make sure your wife is supportive if you need someone to help you out of such a dress. Wife first suggested cutting the tie but after 5 minutes with a sharp knife, she managed to get the knot out and I then manager to escape the dress.

With evenings getting dark earlier now we're back to GMT+12 hours, it's not long after work is finished before cross dresses should be able to be out with a bit of low light so we're not so noticeable (that's someone's theory anyway) but just remember, shops, petrol stations etc, still have lights 😇 

I've just had a thought, you often see me at McDonalds having coffee, but never food. I doubt if I could chomp down on a burger and make it look lady like. I do like the burgers but I have to limit my intake of grease and fats now, so I tend to do mostly home cooked food. 

 

stumbled onto a market

Please excuse my looks, when I'm out for only an hour in the morning as the wife and family sleep in until after 9, I don't bother too much about makeup.

The mornings are getting cooler and it's probably the last chance to enjoy this wrap dress. I love how silky it feels on my legs, especially as the wind blows the split and slides over my legs exposing them to the unfortunates (or fortunate depending on their interest). Being a  real man is a bit sad, to never feel silk gliding over your hairless legs. There's a thought, maybe because I did get that as a young child before my legs got hairy made me this way - yeah No! The only drawback to this dress is sometimes I look down and I can see a peep of my breast form under the material - not something I ever want other people to see (oh to be a real girl)

Coffee first and a read of the newspaper.

After about half an hour in the cafe, I locate a Saturday craft market and have a browse around. I had a nice chat to a chap who makes and sells some really nice drink coasters (I'll have to tell the kids for my next birthday) and also a couple who had some cool metal ornaments made from bike chains. Having downsized, ornaments are no longer a thing for us and after the decades of collecting, it's nice to see the number of ornaments getting lower. There was a blind man playing lovely tunes on a  flute, so I gave him my coins (actually all the physical money I was carrying). Plenty of bread, cheeses, sausages, spices etc if cooking is your thing, knitted dolls, customized dairies, some of the flowers would have looked nice at home.

All in all, a very pleasant, relaxing start of the day.

I tried using Coral Photo Director a bit, like in last week how I changed the image a bit of the woman who walked in front of my camera, to "beautify" me - hated it mostly, my teeth are the colour they are meant to be (not super white), my body width is perfect without being made skinnier, I like my wrinkles, but for some reason, the software didn't detect my boobs -not that I actually have any, but the software shouldn't have known that.