Friday, August 8, 2025

Halloween 2017: The Rest of the Story

Thursday’s post described the beginning of my day out en femme on Halloween 2017. The post was a big hit, so this post will tell the rest of the story.

Rite Aid

My next stop was my pharmacy two doors up the road from my bank.

I never get red eye in boy mode, but in girl mode, it occurs often enough that I always carry a bottle of eye drops in my purse to relieve the unsightly problem. I attribute my girl mode red eye to eye makeup — either from the irritation that may occur when I apply the makeup or from makeup crumbs that may get in my eye. Anyway, I misplaced my bottle of eyedrops when I was out Saturday night, so I went to Rite Aid to buy a new bottle.

I seldom see the same people working in Rite Aid. Either there is a big turnover or they have a big staff all working less than 40-hour weeks. So it did not surprise me that I did not recognize any of the staff during my visit on Tuesday.

I found the eye drops and checked out without the cashier blinking an eye even though I greeted her with “Happy Halloween!”

Agway

We have cats (and dogs). We buy our cat litter at Agway because they carry a brand that we like and no one else sells that brand locally (as far as we have been able to determine). The Agway that sells our favorite litter is located a half hour away. That was convenient when I was working because it was only a few miles away from my workplace, but now that I am retired...

Since I originally planned to visit my former workplace, I figured I would be in the neighborhood, so I planned to stock up on litter. Carrying 40 pound bags of litter while wearing high heels and long nails would be challenging, but I was up for it.

I entered the store and the woman who runs the place was at the counter. I approached her and when she asked if she could help me, I said I was the “litter guy,” the self-named moniker I used whenever I phoned the store to see if they had the litter in stock.

“Who are you?”

Like the woman at the bank, I think she heard me, but could not believe her eyes, so I repeated my nickname and then I saw her expression change to one of recognition.

“Oh, sorry, but we are all out. The next shipment is next Tuesday.”

“OK, see you next week,” and I exited the premises without a word about my appearance or a “Happy Halloween.”

Not sure how she expects me to appear next week.

My last three stops on Tuesday were Roz & Ali (née Dress Barn), Macy's and Burger King. I will describe them in reverse order.

Burger King

My wife asked me to pick up some fast food from Burger King on the way home, so I stopped at the King closest to my home. Although it was in between lunch and dinner, this King is always busy because it is easy access from Interstate I-84.

I walked in, placed my order, waited five minutes for the special no-ketchup Whopper, received my order and exited the premises without incident. I was an invisible older women. Although a couple of guys did check me out briefly, they were younger and probably not interested when they saw I was old enough to be their mother or grandmother!

Macy’s

This was a “I'm feeling so great that I don’t want to return to boy mode stop” just to extend my day out. The store was not very busy — just a few older women like me perusing the racks. A couple of sales reps greeted me, but that was the extent of my interaction with any living beings.

I did find a beautiful Calvin Klein dress that was marked down considerably and I thought about trying it on, but I did not for reasons you will read below.

Roz & Ali (née Dress Barn)

I visited my favorite Dress Barn — the one near my former employer where they know me in boy and girl mode — also where I filled out a job application.

I know the manager and sales rep who were on duty by name and they know me by name. I had conversations with both of them about the store’s name change and I also asked the manager about my job application. She said they weren’t hiring right now because they had closed three other local Dress Barns during the summer.

Perusing the racks, nothing knocked me out, but I found two dresses in Misses size 14 that had potential and the sales rep opened a changing room for me. First I tried on a floral print. It fit perfectly and I was surprised how much better it looked on me than on the rack! It was a keeper.

The second dress was a sexy black number — something I could see Sophia Loren wearing. The top of the dress was too small and I could not zip it up. The sales rep found one in Woman's size 14W, which I was able to zip up easily, but it was too roomy in the waist, so I rejected it and went home with just one new dress to add to my wardrobe.

By the way, the reason I did not try on the Calvin Klein dress in Macy’s was because changing out and back into a skirt suit was so time-consuming at Dress Barn that I did not want to repeat it at Macy’s. Removing the jacket, skirt and blouse was easy enough, but putting everything back on was harder because the blouse had a lot of finicky buttons, so I did not think it was worth it especially since I had just bought a new dress at Dress Barn.

Hair Salon Redux

Ten days later, I had an appointment for a haircut at the salon I visited on Halloween. My hairdresser was off on Halloween, so after she seated me at her station, she said, “I’m sorry I missed you on Tuesday. The girls said you were beautiful.”

So I immediately retrieved my iPhone and showed her my photo taken in the salon on Halloween.

She took my iPhone, examined the photo closely and remarked, “You look like a businesswoman.”

“That’s what I intended.”

“You do look beautiful!”

“Thank-you.”

Bank Redux

The next time I visited my bank, the teller was the same teller who I saw on Halloween. The other two women staffing the bank were not working on Halloween. One is the teller I often deal with at the drive-through window. The other is the branch manager, who refinanced my mortgage. So they both know me well as a regular customer.

My teller handled my withdrawal and then she brought up the topic of Halloween. She said my “costume” was the best she had ever seen. Then she asked me if I had a photo on my iPhone so she could show the other women.

Of course, I did and she called the other teller over to see my photo. Needless to say, she was floored. Then she asked the bank manager if she had seen my Halloween costume photo.

She replied, “No, but I heard about it.”

Evidently, my costume was the talk of the bank staff.

I showed her my photo and she said I looked amazing!

“Amazing” was the word for Halloween 2017 and I will never forget it.



Source: StyleWe
Wearing StyleWe


Kyle De'Volle
Kyle De'Volle

Thursday, August 7, 2025

Halloween: Having It Both Ways


On Monday, JJ wrote about Halloween costumes and specifically discussed whether to dress as a civilian female as your costume or whether to wear a female costume (nurse, maid, cheerleader, etc.) on our national holiday.

I have done both. If I attend a Halloween party hosted by an LGBTQ+ organization (like my support group), I wear a female costume. However, if I attend a civilian Halloween party, I dress as a civilian female. And if I am just out and about on my own or going to work on Halloween, civilian female mode it is.

It is fun putting together a female costume and flaunting it at a Halloween party. I will never forget the reaction I received dressing as a Playboy bunny. Actually, I would be hesitant to dress like that at a civilian party – I can feel some guy’s roaming hands, if you know what I mean. 

I prefer dressing as a civilian female for Halloween. I love it when I overhear other attendees at a civilian party talking about me and asking, “Why is she not wearing a costume?” That never gets old.

And if I am out among the civilians, if I pass, great! But if I don’t pass, it’s not a big deal because it’s Halloween and I am just wearing a costume.

One of my best Halloweens out among civilians was in 2017 when I made various stops at my usual haunts. My first stop that day was at the hair salon where I have been getting my hair cut for over 25 years.

I entered the salon and the owner greeted me without a glimmer of recognition. I played along and said I wanted to make an appointment with my regular hairdresser, so she opened the appointment book and found an opening that I could fill, then she asked my name (to enter into the book).

When I told her my name, her jaw dropped and the “Oh, my God’s” began flowing without interruption. Just then, another hairdresser showed up for work and she was flabbergasted, too.

Next stop was my bank, where I usually do my business via the drive-through window. Since I was cashing a check and making a withdrawal, I would have to show my driver’s license and there might be some confusion considering how I appeared, so I went inside rather than driving through.

As I entered, I saw three women staffing the bank — I have done business with all three of them for a number of years, usually at the drive-through window and occasionally up front and personal.

I greeted the woman who was seated typing away at a computer in the cubicle just inside the bank entrance. She looked up from the computer and was clueless.

I smiled and said, “Happy Halloween! You may know me better as [insert my male name].”

I believe she heard me, but I think she could not believe her eyes and asked, “Who?”

I had to repeat my name a couple of times before it sank in and she said, “Wow — you look fabulous!”

“Thank-you,” and I got into the line waiting for my turn at the teller, who greeted me with a big smile as I queued up. When it was my turn, I walked up to the teller, who greeted me so profusely that I knew she knew who I was.

“You look lovely today,” she said.

“You know who I am, don't you.”

“I recognized you as soon as you walked in.”

There were no other customers in the bank, so my teller called over the other teller and asked if she recognized me.

The other teller did not have a clue.

My teller tried to clue her in with this hint, “Who has a green car and always uses the drive-through window?”

The other teller was still clueless.

Another clue, “Who has a little friend (my dog) in the passenger seat?”

Still nothing!

My teller finally showed her my driver’s license and the other teller shouted out my male name followed by a series of question marks and exclamation points. She was amazed and gushed over my “disguise.”

I asked my teller if she would take my photo and she said she would love to do it, so I handed her my iPhone and she took a half dozen shots including the one above.

I said my goodbyes and as I passed the cubicle where the first woman was working, she stopped me and went on and on about how convincing I looked.

I mentioned how my wife always said that I would never pass because of my large size.

“Oh, no,” she retorted, “No one would ever guess that you're not a woman.”

And that’s the problem. If your costume is so good that you pass (or close to it), civilians might put two and two together and suspect that your costume is not a costume! 

That happened to me. After dressing in convincing “office girl drag” at work, most of my co-workers figured me out, but I didn’t care. I was out to lots of people and what were a few more. Maybe if I received some flak, I might have cared, but my co-workers were good with my presentation and even looked forward to see what I would wear on October 31.

But that’s me. Many of you do care about being outed, so you have to tone down your costume if you dress civilian female. Or do a female costume.

Whether you're a sultry witch or a dainty ballerina or an alluring administrative assistant, lean into it. Pose for photos. Speak in character. Confidence transforms a costume into a moment.



Source: WhoWhatWear
Lindsay Lohan wearing Balmain set, Hermès bag, Christian Louboutin shoes, Oliver Peoples sunglasses.

Wednesday, August 6, 2025

Spasmodic

Blog posts will be spasmodic while I am on vacation.




Source: Ann Taylor
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Audrius Janonis
Audrius Janonis femulating on Lithuanian television’s Your Face Sounds Familiar.
Click here to view this femulation on YouTube.