My alarm clock sounds off at 5:45 AM.I slowly get out of bed and remove my pajamas as I walk to the bathroom.
I shave in the shower with a gel shaving cream and a five blade razor to get a close shave. Then I lather up my hair and body with a bar of good old Palmolive, rinse, and step out of the shower to dry off. I touch up my face with the razor to remove some strays I missed, then I apply eye cream around my eyes and a moisturizer on my face and neck.
While I wait for my skin to absorb the moisturizer, I deodorize, then slip into my underwear (waist cincher, girdle, and long line bra).
Next I quickly do my makeup: a dab of concealer under my eyes, foundation, eyebrow pencil, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, blush, lip liner, lipstick, lip gloss, etc. I am done in 15 minutes without any mistakes.
I remember when it took an hour to do my makeup, but practice makes perfect. Now that I wear makeup more often, I am quicker applying it and make few mistakes.
After making up and no wig, I look like a punk rocker!
I shake out my short blond wig and put it on my head. It does not need much work; just some finger combing and it looks great.
I put on a pair of expresso-colored tights, my cute black cap-sleeve babydoll dress decorated with black buttons, which accent its scoop neckline and pockets. It is lightly pleated below the collar and its hem is above the knee. Actually, the hem is well above the knee!
I slip on my black faux suede platform pumps with a 3½” heel. The only jewelry I wear is a watch with a silver bracelet band, a pair of silver hoop clip-on earrings, and my wedding band.
I put on my French-style stick-on nails, spritz myself with Chanel No. 5, and grab my purse.
My wife is still asleep in bed. I give her a light peck on the cheek so I don't smudge my lipstick.
I get in my Subaru Outback and drive to work. The 35-minute commute is uneventful and I park in my usual spot in the company parking lot.
I love the sound of my heels clicking on the pavement; it puts me into a feminine frame of mind.
Our receptionist, Sue, looks up from her work and smiles when she sees me. She buzzes me in so I don't have to fumble through my purse looking for my security card.
"Hi, Sue," I say.
"Hi, Andy. You look pretty today. I love your dress."
"Thank-you."
I walk to my cubicle and the only person I encounter is Brian. He is wearing a navy blue pin-striped suit with a cropped jacket and a knee-length pencil skirt, a cream colored blouse, nude hose, and patent high heel pumps. His makeup is perfect and he is wearing his chin-length brunette hair in a new pageboy style.
"Hi Brian. I love your new do."
"Thank-you, Andy. My hairdresser suggested it and I love it, too! "
Who would have guessed Brain was trans, but I guess people said the same thing about me.
When the state finally passed the trans anti-discrimination bill, it was surprising how many people showed up at work presenting as the opposite gender. So far, seven guys and four gals out of the 75 people employed here at my company are crossdressing regularly, and when I go out during lunch hour, I constantly run into other trans-people, who now present in the gender they identify as.
The trans anti-discrimination law liberated us so that we can live the way we always dreamed we could live. Isn't it wonderful!
Yes, sadly this is still a dream, but some states (including my own) are now considering trans anti-discrimination legislation and maybe soon, our dream will become our reality.
Yes, it is a nice dream... hopefully one day becomes true for all of us.
ReplyDeleteWow, i was wondering if it was a dream. Such a wonderful one :)
ReplyDeleteI was ready to ask where you live and pack our bags! I got Jeanie a job in another division of my company and while most know that he crossdresses, I make him dress butch for work. We have yet to find him a job where he can dress full-time but I'll never give up. Jeanie is beautiful; when dressed my cross dresser blooms and becomes ...breath taking. I can feel around and touch bare soul. I wish it was 24/7.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun blog! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteDan and Sissy Slave Jamie --- I am keeping my fingers crossed because my dream may become reality here in Connecticut this year.
ReplyDeleteThe Crossdresser's Girlfriend --- Some time ago, a friend of mine had the opportunity to work en femme as a saleswoman in the woman's department of an up-scale department store, but turned down the offer (for some reason that I cannot remember).
ReplyDeleteJamiegottagun --- You are welcome.
ReplyDeleteOur area was one of the hotspots of the real estate bubble, and, back before the crash, one window blind store had a full time "maid" as a gimmick -- a man en femme in full uniform (minidress, petticoat, fishnets, etc.) cleaning the merchandise in the showroom with a feather duster.
ReplyDeleteLike a lot of the Fortune 500, my company (Staci, you know where I work) has new rules protecting gender expression, but I wouldn't try it with my manager and co-workers. Beyond promising Mrs. Roscoe to limit my outings to Halloween, I already have a reputation for being, for lack of a better word, "bitchy" -- that's how I got my superiors to pay for an expensive software development class recently.
Do you really think that there are that many people at your employer that would "come out" with this sceneario?
ReplyDeleteRoscoe --- I appreciate your situation. After attending two employer-sponsored Halloween parties en femme, I don't think anyone would be surprised if I came out at work.
ReplyDeleteLauralee --- Estimates vary, but "they" say that about 5% of the population is trans. (I say that 5% is low and that the percentage of trans people is probably higher.)
ReplyDeleteEither way, my 11 trans workers coming out of a total of 75 workers is definitely on the high side. But, who knows for sure?
What a dream, Staci! If only... But imagine what could be if only people didn't discriminate against others on the basis of race, religion, or any other standard! What does it say about humanity that we need laws to force people to respect other people's life choices or beliefs or genetics?
ReplyDeleteSeparately, you focus on work, but for me the issue is so much more general. My real dream is to be able to walk out the door, down the street, to my neighborhood coffee shop and never have to worry that someone I knew would care if they saw me, or that someone I didn't know would accost me. My dream can't be legislated and is sheer fantasy, don't you think?
cdjanie --- I think the chance of being accosted will always be there. It's already against the law, but laws don't matter much to criminals.
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