Boy’s Day Out – Part 2

By Michelle

While most adventure stories on Femulate concern days out en femme, Michelle’s story is about a day out en homme.

A Day at the Races?

Back to the “boys’ day out.” I then described the event where the photos were taken and the story of how I bought the wig – too much detail I imagine, but after many years of waiting, the floodgates had opened and I wanted to talk.

Here is a link back to the Femulate.

I first found Femulate earlier this year after I was surfing the net and found the post by Carolyn about her “Royal Ascot Adventure” going dressed to this annual big hat extravaganza in Southern England (I think that some horses are involved, too).

I explained to my mate that my next project is to go there in 2014, but there are many logistical problems of doing so. For instance I don’t want to be a center of attention, so going with a group of TVs is not really an option for me. As those are the only people I know who I could go with, going on my own would be the only option available, which is fine (if scary) as I don’t mind my own company.

I was not really fishing for offers (or was I?), but he said if I wanted somebody to go with, he would accompany me. Wow again!

Since then, I have thanked him for this offer, partly for him to have a “means of escape” from that offer if he wanted one, but he has confirmed he meant it. Next June is a long way off and there are many hurdles to overcome. One is how I would explain having shaved legs for the following few weeks of summer.

I really felt that I had rediscovered my best friend and we had really confided in each other on a number of issues. We discussed a whole range of other things, too. We returned to our cars on the “Park and Ride” bus and had a small drink in a nearby pub as we both had decent drives home to do. I thanked him for letting me talk about what had been happening in my life, and said I think I needed to do that as he could more understand where I was coming from. I said especially thanks for letting me show him the photos, but I warned him that he was lucky; normally if a TV offers to show you some photos, you will normally have to sit through more than two. Most importantly I joked that “great shoes” was the correct response.

He said he sometimes knew the right things to say and that he felt honored that I had trusted him enough to show them to him.

Leggy Blonde

Before I finish, here’s a “careful what you wish for” moment.

My friend had been very honest and said that I was not the first person he had offered the Silverstone ticket to (his son was otherwise committed for one).

Pretending that I was offended by this and appealing to our joint sense of humor, I said I wasn’t happy to be the recipient of his ticket cast-offs, but in the circumstances, I suppose I’d better go.

He replied that he was glad I could come as he was running out of “leggy blondes” he could ask to go with him.

During our picnic as I showed him the photos included in this article, I had to smile to myself. The person he saw in the pictures was blonde (if not a true one) and at 6’ 1” with a 34” inseam, she’s definitely leggy, too. It could have been so easy to grant his wish! However, I think certain other attributes he might have expected would have been absent.

In all seriousness, it wouldn’t really have been the right place for attending en femme – a bit too much testosterone at motor racing events. About 90% of the spectators were male and apart from staff, I don’t think I saw a skirt being worn all day and certainly not the place for any kind of heel. However, I’m sure I would have encountered no difficulties had I’d chosen to do so as everyone seemed well behaved, but dressing to blend into the background would have been the order of the day.

As I drove home at the end of the day, I felt both elated and relieved that I had managed to offload some of the things that I had wanted to say for many years. Unfortunately, I now wanted to tell other people about the conversations I’d had with my mate, which was not really possible. Now, if I can sort out the logistics before next June, and do a bit of homework on horse racing (I know nothing), Royal Ascot remains a possibility, although certainly not a probability. I think I may have just the shoes, too!

Posh frocks and big hats, here I come!

 

Actor Paulo Gustavo (left) femulating in Minha Mãe é uma Peça : O Filme, a 2013 film from Brazil.

 

Wearing Le Redoute.