Sister blogger, Calie, the brains behind the operation known as T-Central, invited me to guest post on her blog. I was honored that she asked me and I happily accepted her invitation. My guest post now appears there.
By the way, I am getting over my illness. Today, I feel about 80% “normal,” as compared to 50% yesterday and 0% on Sunday. Thank you all for your well wishes!
I'm ill.
I woke up in the middle of the night and had vomiting sessions at 2, 3 and 5 AM losing 5 pounds in the process.
I got out of bed at 8 AM to take a shower figuring that after a shower, I would feel better. I did not. Instead, I felt very weak and tired, so I went back to bed and slept most of the morning.
I woke up around noon with a 100.3 degree temp; took an ibuprofen and that brought my temp down to 99.
I felt blah all afternoon and am going back to bed after I post this.
Sorry, I am not my femulating self today. I hope tomorrow that I will be better.
I like your site and check it often. On your site's picture gallery, there are many pics of you, but I wanted to ask about one toward the bottom where you are dressed in what looks like a black waitress outfit from a Playboy Club. You look absolutely fabulous. It must feel wonderful. I was wondering about it though; where you got it; if it is from a Playboy club?
Regards,
Fred
Hi Fred,
Thank you for the kind words!
Like every boy, I wanted to be a Playboy bunny when I grew up. Didn't happen, but the next best thing was to be a Playboy bunny on Halloween.
Halloween 2004 was my target for joining the girls in Hef's bunny hutch, so I began searching the Internet for bunny costumes.
Occasionally, authentic Playboy bunny costumes turn up on eBay, but they are prohibitively expensive, not to mention that they are never available in Size 16 Tall.
There were a few bunny costumes available on the Halloween costume web sites. All resembled the real Playboy costume in one way or another, but none were authentic enough for me and again, size was an issue.
I am a do-it-yourself kind of girl. In the past, I assembled many Halloween costumes from scratch, so I decided that if I wanted to achieve authenticity, I would have to build my own Playboy bunny costume.
With summer winding down, there were clearance sales galore on swimwear and I found the perfect item for my costume at the Newport-News web site: a black sequins maillot-style swimsuit. I don't recall the size or the price, but when it arrived, it was a perfect fit and I was well on my way building the costume.
I already had shoes that matched the bodice: a pair of black patent high heel pumps.
The bunny ears, tail, tuxedo cuffs and collar with bow tie were relatively easy and inexpensive to acquire. Various Halloween costumers sold kits that paired the ears with the tail and the cuffs with the collar. They were so inexpensive that I bought two kits each just in case I had a costume malfunction.
The hardest items to find were the fishnets and rosette name badge.
I owned fishnets, but none that had a fishnet pattern all the way up to the waistband, which is what I needed to cover my legs from toe to hip. One more time, size was an issue, but I finally managed to find a pair online that fit my very long gams.
After visiting a number of craft and party stores, I found a rosette name badge at a local party store. All I had to do was add my own name to the badge, which I did using a font on my computer that approximated the original bunny rosette name badge font.
I had a collection of foundation garments to experiment with in order to achieve a bunny-like figure while attempting to keep the foundation garments hidden. After considerable experimentation, I went with a corset-style waist cincher to achieve the narrowest waistline and a legless panty girdle to flatten my tummy.
I went bra-less since the swimsuit had a built-in bra. I inserted my largest homemade birdseed falsies in the cups of the swimsuit and used surgical tape to bring my "girls" together to add some cleavage.
Voila! I was a now a Playboy bunny and my costume was a hit at my support group's Halloween party that year.
I am very proud of that costume and I hope I will have the opportunity to wear it again someday real soon now.
Best Wishes,
Stana
Need advice concerning femulation or other crossdressing-related matters, then e-mail me and I will happily give you my opinion on the matter. My e-mail address is stana-stana at sbcglobal.net.
Ernest Ward Middle School in Walnut Hill, FL, held a womanless beauty pageant last night.
It is the best womanless event I’ve seen in awhile. There were a lot of pretty contestants wearing beautiful outfits. In fact, the contestants were so pretty that I was not sure it was really a “womanless” contest when I viewed the first photo (above).
The pageant results appear here and a gallery of photos here.
What is the make and model of your wig. It makes you look wonderfully womanlike.
Thanks,
Patio
Hi Patio,
Thank you for the compliment!
I favor the monofilament wigs from Noriko, specifically the models that are available in gradient dark rooted colors."
Since I began wearing the Noriko brand, I have been told countless times that my wigs look like real hair. Some people were actually shocked when I told them I was wearing a wig.
Besides the excellent quality of Noriko wigs, I believe that the dark roots sell the wig as being authentic hair.
I own a variety of Noriko wigs including their "Stacie" model, which appears in the accompanying photo.
Best Wishes,
Stana
Need advice concerning femulation or other crossdressing-related matters, then e-mail me and I will happily give you my opinion on the matter. My e-mail address is stana-stana at sbcglobal.net.
High heels are my favorite shoe. I love wearing them (I seldom wear anything else) and I love seeing other women wearing them.
I admit that they may be painful to wear. (“No pain, no gain,” as they say.)
Some heels are worse than others, but after 8 hours, even the most comfortable pair of heels will take their toll. So I was pleased to find an article by Brooke Siler on The Huffington Post today that describes leg exercises to try if your high heels are giving you pain.
Read all about it here.
Last night, Paul Rudd hosted Saturday Night Live bra-less. Paul McCartney was the musical guest and performed a Beatles' transgender number, Get Back.
You can watch the whole episode here until January 7, 2011.
“Not since the glam era of the 1970s has gender-bending so saturated the news media. The difference now is that mystery has been replaced with empowerment, even pride.”
Read the rest of the story here.
(Thank you, Sondra, for tipping me off about this article.)
I have been Christmas shopping this past week and I am almost done except for a trip to the packie to buy some wine and liquor.
The thing about Christmas shopping is that I buy almost as much for myself as I do for the people on my shopping list.
Last week, my Woman Within Christmas shopping experience included a top, a bra, and six pairs of tights for myself.
My Sephora shopping order on Friday included mascara, eyeshadow, and powder for myself.
My trip to Fashion Bug yesterday included a six strand silver necklace for myself.
Today, my online visit to Victoria's Secret included two sweater dresses (see photos) for myself.
My excuse is that no one buys Christmas gifts for Stana, so Stana has to take matters into her own hands!
What boy tottering on the edge of the gender chasm could resist this outfit advertised in Macy's Sunday newspaper advertisement?
I know if I saw such an outfit when I was a teenager, I would be ready to get on board the Good Ship Lollipop and sail away to Ladyland.
I didn't do it because I was afraid what other people might think.
I was the first child of my generation and my family had high expectations for me. Back then, I believed that I would be a big disappointment if I ran away to The City, fulfilled my dream, lived full-time as a woman, and became a female impersonator? So I hung back, followed a traditional career path and made everyone proud of me except me.
It took a long time to realize that what other people think about me is not important. My dreams were important and now I so regret not following mine.
