After Prepping and Primping |
Prepping and Primping
Saturday night, I attended the annual banquet of the Connecticut Outreach Society at the Four Points By Sheraton in Meriden, CT.
After I woke up Saturday morning, I began getting ready by attacking the hair on my legs, arms, shoulders, back, and breasts with Nair, while avoiding the armpits, neckline, and nipples, which I learned the hard way do not get along with Nair. After Nair removal, I attacked those other parts with a gel shaving cream and manual Gillette Fusion razor.
After completing body hair removel, I ran my normal Saturday errands until 2 PM, when I returned to prepping for the evening out en femme.
It began with a close shave of my face and neck using a gel shaving cream and the Fusion razor, followed by a moisturizer, primer, and powder foundation.
Next, I sculpted my cheekbones and added blush.
I removed stray eyebrow hairs and used an eyebrow pencil to fill in and shape my brows.
I used a new smokey eyeshadow quad from Avon and was very happy with the results. Then I topped off my eyes with a black powder eyeliner and Avon's new "SuperExtend Extreme" mascara.
The night before, I watched The Seven Year Itch on TCM and decided I would femulate Marilyn Monroe's red lip color by using a red lipliner and red lipstick.
After making up my face, I sprayed it with a makeup setting mist.
Six hours later, I was done.
Only kidding. It actually took about an hour to makeup my face, which is about a third of the time longer than normal, but I wanted everything to be perfect for Saturday night.
Next, I slipped on my wig, and worked on my hairdo.
Hair set and sprayed, I then dressed: a Spanx wannabe below my breasts and a strapless bra over them, nude pantyhose, and my to-die-for evening gown. Accessories included pearl earrings and bracelet, a glitzy silver/black purse, and a black silk scarf wrap.
I put on Kiss stick-on nails and Chanel No. 9, snapped a few photos, and left home at about 5 PM.
Checking-In with My Fashion Consultant
For the drive to the hotel, I wore slingback three-inch heels, but at the hotel, I slipped on my ShoeDazzle satin peep-toe platform pumps with ankle strap and rhinestone-dotted 1-inch platform and 6-inch heel.
My good friend (and fashion consultant) Patty wanted to see my outfit, so I stopped at her house and let her see what I had wrought. She was impressed.
We chatted awhile, then I left to continue my journey to the hotel two miles away.
The hotel parking lot was nearly full, but I found a spot and then spent about ten minutes switching shoes, which is not easy to do in the confines of a Subaru Outback.
Despite the full lot of cars, there were no humans outside or inside except for the transwomen staffing the banquet check-in table outside the ballroom.
Checking-In at the Hotel
Ham radio sister Melissa was checking in when I arrived, so we caught up on our recent pasts, I bugged her to take my picture (more than once), and we sat at the same table along with old trans girlfriends Laura (nee Wendy), Alice, Alice's spouse Doris, Michelle, and new trans girlfriends Denise and Idano.
I bought a drink and socialized with old friends and new: Deja, Diana, Jan, Janice, and Sylvia. I also met three girls who attended the event because they read about it in this blog: Diane from Long Island, Stacey from New Haven and her girlfriend Jen, who lives just down the road from me (small world!).
After 90 minutes of hobnobbing with many of the 54 attendees, we sat down to eat. The meal was typical hotel fare, but it did not matter much to me because I eat like a bird when I am girdled.
Freshening Up in the Ladies' Room After My Act of Sheer Folly |
My Act of Sheer Folly
After dinner, there were awards for deserving members of the support group, a comedienne who laughed at her own jokes, and the annual Follies.
In the past, four to six people usually performed in the Follies, but lately it has been just Deja and me. She sings and plays guitar (both very well) and I lipsync (just so-so).
This year it was just Deja and me again, but instead of lipsyncing I decided to sing The Beach Boys song "In My Room."
I wrote about that song earlier this year.
"If ever there was a song about teen transgender angst, 'In My Room' was it. I am sure Brian Wilson did not have crossdressers in mind when he wrote the song, but almost any youth with gender issues could identify with the lyrics of that song."
I own The Beach Boys Stack-O-Tracks album, which contains the instrumental tracks (no vocals) to 15 of their hits including "In My Room," so I had the perfect musical accompaniment to my not-so-perfect singing voice.
I copied the song onto my iPod over a month ago and began practicing during my daily commute. After a few days of that, I concluded that singing that song with my inadequate voice would bore the audience, so I decided to change the lyrics to make it more interesting.
After a few writing attempts, I came up with new lyrics and I practiced every day even during my drive to the banquet Saturday night. But as I sat waiting for the comedienne to finish her act, I began to get stage fright. Going over the lyrics in my head, they suddenly did not sound right. I was close to breaking out in a cold sweat when Deja called me up to the front of the dance floor to perform.
I pulled myself together and was ready to give it a go, but then there was a malfunction with the DJ's equipment. She could not get audio from the track I had given her and suggested using the karaoke version of the song, which she had on hand.
I was unsure about using the karaoke version, but I had no other choice, so being a trooper, I said, "On with the show." But then she discovered the error of her ways and got my track to work. I was relieved and sang my heart out with the following lyrics:
There's a world where I can go and try on women's clothes,
In my room, in my room.
In this world I wear a bra and support pantyhose,
In my room, in my room.
Do my hair up and my makeup, even shave my gams,
Do my nails, wear high heels, I'll look very glam.
Now it's dark and I can sneak out dressed just like my Mom
From my room, from my room...
I got laughs from the audience after singing the very first line. That knocked the stage fright out of me and I received a nice applause at the end.
The Rest of the Story
Deja sang three songs after me, then the DJ played requests and the boys and girls danced the night away.
I talked the night away instead and had a wonderful time connecting with old and new friends.
Fashion Note 1: I had no trouble walking in the six-inch heels, but a few times, standing in place, I had to catch myself from falling forward. No - I was not inebriated; I had one alcoholic drink the whole night.
Fashion Note 2: I had more trouble getting tangled up in the long skirts of my evening gown. Despite that, I received a lot of compliments regarding the gown.
I did not wear a watch and was very surprised when I asked the time and found out it was 12:15 AM. Shortly after, I said my goodbyes and drove home.
I so enjoy being a girl.
Dear Stana,
ReplyDeleteBrava! You go, girl! You looked absolutely lovely in all the photos you posted from the event. The picture of you singing reminded me very much of one of my favorite singers, the stunning and awesome Celine Dion.
Love,
Sheila.
Stana, congratulations on enjoying a lovely evening with your friends as well as sharing the intimate details of your transformation process! You look lovely and I love your treatment of a classic song.I can't imagine 6 inch heels so applaud your bravery and beauty.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your blog! It's a daily visit for me that Helsinki me through my challenges, continued success for your future endeavors.Alice in NYC
Simply wonderful! From your photo you looked beautiful and from your story it sounds as if it were a beautiful evening!
ReplyDeleteStana, I love your blog, it truly is the center of the universe!
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Wonderful story, Stana. I love your pictures (you look great!)and it sounds like your night was so much fun. Of course, I'm not sure I'll ever be able to listen to "In My Room" and not hear your lyrics.
ReplyDeleteYou look wonderful!
ReplyDeleteAnd such a delightful day for you, it sounds...
Sara
I see what you mean by "my gown-to-die-for." The sheer chiffon skirt is quite heavenly.
ReplyDeleteAs a senior citizen I dearly envy your ability to wear 6" platform heels for seven hours.