The mailman delivered my dress order from ideeli today. Both dresses fit perfectly.
I did not realize that the Belted Crepe Knit Dress had an animal print, which is an added bonus!
On the other hand, I was disappointed in the Bali Powershape Torset Body Briefer that I ordered from Avon. It arrived Wednesday and I tried it on, but like every other body briefer that I ever tried, it was lacking in the shaping department.
I sent it back for a refund today.
Win some, lose some!
Throughout the day, the instructor randomly selected students to demonstrate various first aid procedures.
When the topic was choking, he demonstrated the abdominal thrust (also known as the "Heimlich Maneuver") on one student, then he asked me to help him demonstrate the modified chest thrust. As I went to the front of the class, he asked, "You don't mind if I have a little fun with you?"
"I don't mind," I responded.
He began, "Instead of using the abdominal thrust on this student, we will use the modified chest thrust because he is eight-months pregnant."
Everyone in the class, including myself, laughed.
One guy mentioned that I should be wearing my office girl Halloween costume (see photo).
A woman said, "He looked a lot better than I ever did."
There were a couple of other comments that went in one ear and out the other.
Then the class settled down and the training resumed.
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It has been nine years since I dressed as an office girl for Halloween at work and it surprises me that it is so fresh in the minds of some of my co-workers.
Exactly 43 years ago today, I was sitting in a pasture on Max Yasgur's farm listening to Canned Heat.
I wore the brown "draped brooch shift" dress and necklace that I bought at Dress Barn in June. I accessorized with my simulated snake skin bag and peep-toe slingback heels (see the first photo).
I learned something new yesterday: perfumes stain.
When I finished dressing, I dabbed on some Chanel Eau de Cologne No. 22. A couple of drops got away from me and landed on the hem of my dress. I assumed the drops would evaporate, so I didn't think anything of it.
Hours later, I noticed that the perfume drops had left stains on my dress. (I hope they come out in the wash.)
Dressed and out the door at 9:45 AM, my first stop was the Ann Taylor store in West Farms Mall in Farmington. I saw some attractive dresses on their website that I wanted to see in person.
Entering through Macy's, I walked through half the mall to get to Ann Taylor. On my way, a few women smiled and some said "Hello," a few guys looked my way, and no one pointed and shouted, "She's a man," so I felt confident about my femulation.
I entered Ann Taylor and a "saleswoman" greeted me and pointed out the racks of dresses that were on sale. (I put saleswoman in quotation marks because the two women working in Ann Taylor yesterday looked like high school kids to me. I realize they were not that young, but their ages were a lot closer to high school age than mine!)
The saleswoman loved my shoes, but admitted that shoes like mine hurt a lot. We discussed the perils of high heels, then she complimented my necklace. (Yesterday, I received a lot of compliments for my necklace.)
I noticed that all the dresses in the store topped out at size 14, whereas larger sizes are available online. Eyeballing the size 14s, they looked like ample size 14s, so I found three dresses to try on.
I managed to slip into all three dresses and close their zippers. The dresses were gorgeous and would look very nice on me if they were one size larger (or I was one size smaller). As is, they were just a little too tight, so I left Ann Taylor empty-handed and disappointed.
I decided to walk to the other end of the mall to JCPenney. They have a huge dress department and I almost always have shopping success there. I spent about an hour in JCPenney looking through the dress racks and trying on my finds.
During the hunt, I was very surprised to find the exact same Dress Barn dress I was wearing for sale. I had assumed incorrectly that Dress Barn and JCPenney did not sell the same lines of clothing, so I learned something new twice yesterday.
My hunt ended with two dresses making the final cut, a purple ruffle dress ("Flowing ruffles add a feminine flair to this sheath dress in a comfortable matte jersey") and a sleeveless black/teal color-block sheath ("Bold colorblock print adds a modern twist to this classic silhouette.").
Trying on a dress makes all the difference in the world when shopping. I knew the ruffle dress would look good on me assuming that it fit, whereas the color-block sheath was one of those dresses I was not sure about. I grabbed it as a "what-the-heck" pick since I was going to the dressing room to try on some other dresses anyway. Turned out it was one of the nicest dresses (on me) that I tried on yesterday. So, you never know.
I took my finds to the cashier and she asked if I wanted to use my JCPenney credit card.
I said I wanted to pay cash.
She asked if I had a JCPenney credit card.
I said I did, but have not used it in years.
She tried to convince me to sign up for a new credit card and get a 20% discount on all my purchases that day.
I knew I would have to show a photo identification to apply for a new card and I was a little reluctant to out myself whether or not the cashier had already figured me out. But the 20% discount was hard to resist, so I relented.
As I handed the saleswoman my driver's license, I commented that I looked a little different than when the license photo was taken.
She glanced at the license and then said something to the effect that my hairdo was now much bigger.
For a fleeting moment, I wondered if I had not outed myself afterall and that she thought that the license photo just showed me, a woman, with a short female hairdo. But there is a big letter "M" next to the "Sex:" on the license that is a dead giveaway.
I'll never know what she thought, but whatever the case, she was very pleasant, treated me politely throughout our encounter and that's alright by me.
After leaving the dress department, I passed the jewelry department and checked out the earring racks for those rare hard-to-find clip-ons. There were a handful and I found a retro style pair that I purchased with my new 20% off credit card.
A saleswoman rang up my purchase and mentioned that they were getting in some more clip-ons from Monet.
I told her I would be back and I am sure I will be.
My day out as a woman was going very well except for one thing: I felt lousier as the day progressed. By the time I exited JCPenney, I had an intense headache and was so tired that I could have taken a nap right on the spot.
I decided to call it a day if I did not feel any better by the time I walked the length of the mall back to Macy's where my chariot awaited me. I stopped briefly at a couple of stores along the way, but more or less made a bee-line to Macy's.
I did not feel any better, but I thought the fresh air might help. It was now raining, so I sprinted to my car as quickly as my high heels would permit me and regrouped.
It was hot and stuffy inside, so I turned on the ignition and cranked up the air conditioning. The AC did not help; I did not feel any better, so I decided to return from whence I came.
Upon my return, I took a short nap (I rarely nap during the day unless I am ill). I felt a little better afterword.
Before I returned to boy mode, I took some photos wearing my new dresses. (You can compare me with the models on the JCPenney website in the second and third photos. By the way, I did not cut off the model’s head --- JCPenney did it)
I was disappointed that it was a short day out en femme, but it was a day out en femme and that is a wonderful thing!
I highly recommend it to everyone.
I am going out en femme today.
This is a spur of the moment decision, so I have no specific plans except to spend the day as a woman.
I have no idea what adventures await me, but I am confident that I will have a wonderful time.
That's my face on Facebook.
After over a year's absence, I have decided to try Facebook again.
"Stana Stana" is my Facebook name; www.facebook.com/stana.stana.3 is my home page.
I will be on the road most of the day today, so catch you later!
I like these shoes from Payless. Known as the "Kimmie Mary Jane Pump," it has a 2.5" heel.
I own a similar pair in black from Payless and they are very comfortable. Maybe I should own a pair in brown ("cognac") and be very preppy!
By the way, Payless is a transgirl's friend.
They sell shoes in sizes that our dainty feet require (up to size 13, frequently in wide widths).
They sell shoes that are relatively inexpensive, which is important if you have to budget for two wardrobes.
Payless is trans-friendly. I have never been hassled in any Payless store trying on women's shoes whether I was in girl mode or boy mode.
And they are everywhere --- Payless stores seem to be in every strip mall around here.
Half the many shoes I own are Payless. I own Payless flats, mid heels, high heels, platform heels, strappy sandals, and boots and I seldom have had a complaint --- most are all-day-long comfortable.
If you have never shopped Payless, plan to do so and you will be pleasantly surprised.
The article describes how actor Gyles Brandreth lived as a woman full-time 24/7 for two months last year to prepare for the role of Lady Bracknell in a UK production of The Importance of Being Earnest.
He wrote, "Above all, I am discovering that the essence of being a woman is being aware of others... I don’t believe women are naturally more intuitive or sensitive than men. They just seem that way because they look and they listen more carefully than men do and consequently they see more and hear better.
"I want to cross the male-female divide and step inside the mind of a woman because it’s an interesting place, and full of surprises. But I only want visiting rights, though, I don’t plan to live there permanently."
I’ve heard that before!
You can read the entire article here.
Today, I am happy to present a guest post by a “daily reader of Femulate,” Paula Gaijkowski. I am sure you will identify and sympathize with her words; I know I did.
The airport has energy, a vibe, a current of movement and change. People are in a state of flux, business deals, money made and lost, love found, divorces, farewells, reunions, new babies and trips homes for a funeral, a river of life. I watch them, businessmen and women, grandparents on a visit, tourists, college students, and the visitor whose brief return is over. But I mostly focus on the women; in them I see myself.
You see that’s my secret. How I envy them and long to be a member of their sorority. The anticipation in me grows; soon I think I’ll join them. I will shed this facade of masculinity that I have been forced to wear. I’ll leave this city, this life, and role behind. I sigh and close my eyes trying to sleep as the plane lifts off. It will be a busy day, I’ll need my rest.
The baggage claim, the rental car bus, the ride to the hotel, it’s a different city, but the same routine. I smile and exchange pleasantries with the hotel clerk.
“Welcome” she chimes, “Are you in town for business or pleasure?” she asks.
I hesitate slightly before responding, “Actually both, I have a meeting tomorrow but today I’m meeting one of my sisters for and lunch and shopping.”
I laugh to myself, If she only knew what I meant by “sister.”
The hotel, is quiet and empty; everyone is out and about. As I ride the elevator up, my enthusiasm and expectation grows. I push the huge suitcase down the hall the wheels sticking on the carpet. Finally we arrive at the door. I insert the card, it clicks and we are in. I toss the suitcase up onto the bed. It opens, and out from underneath the slacks and BVDs I pull a black bag, I lay it across the bed and unzip it.
It’s good to see them again, my purse and the pink makeup case, a pair of pumps, several skirts, tops, bras, panties, pantyhose and jewelry. A sales receipt spills out from my last trip. It’s from Nordstrom. Oh, yes, I remember now, it’s from the M.A.C counter. I had bought new foundation. The sales associate, her name was Lisa, was so friendly and helpful.
“Thank you Lisa,” I say to myself.
I read the date it was over a month ago. That’s too long… much too long.
I let the warm water of the shower melt away any uncertainty. That part of me from that now distant city protests “Why are you doing this? You’re foolish! You’re a man, a husband, a father!”
But I don’t listen to that voice anymore, I know better now. The feminine scent of the shaving cream and the unveiled smoothness of my legs calm me. I feel her take hold inside me.
I dry myself off, then spray on some perfume, I breath the aroma in, the scent is satisfying, almost like a drug, I feel it trigger certain parts of my brain, as if they were dormant, but now are called to life, they burst forward igniting senses and desires no longer forced hidden.
I become a little hurried now. As I put on my foundation garments, a female silhouette takes shape in the mirror, the padding and forms do their job. I feel a slight disappointment that I need them at all. My eyes go to juncture of my thighs, the curvature of my lower abdomen, it looks so female. Maybe, I think, someday… it will be.
I sit down and start my makeup. I‘ve become practiced, better than most women, the foundations goes on with a M.A.C brush. Oh, yes, I think, I have all the tools. Then I apply powder. I brush it off softly creating an even matte finish; next I contour, then I highlight.
Slowly I trace the brows; their arch brings another hint of femininity to my face. This time they came out perfect, I’m pleased.
The eyes are important; I take my time getting them just right, the shadow, the liner and finally the mascara.
The lips are next. I trace a cupid’s bow with the lip liner bringing my upper lip closer to my nose, an important feminine feature. I finish with two shades of lipstick; my lips take on a fullness and depth. Some blush, and then a touch-up and I’m done.
Not bad, I think, but there’s still more. I clip on my earrings, a gold bracelet, a watch, a diamond engagement ring, and on the other hand a birth stone. Today I’ll be wearing a skirt with a red jacket. I step into the skirt, pull it up and then zip it. It fits nicely. I smooth it running my hands over the curves on my hips. Then I slip a dark blouse over my head I pull the buttons close over my bust, yes, my “bust,” I muse; I like the way they look. Next, I put on my jacket.
Finally the icing must go on the cake, I lightly place the wig on my head; “boys have short hair girls have long hair” I mouth these words softly.
I step toward the mirror; there she is “Paula,” a huge smile flashes across my face, a giddiness takes over, a sense of relief. I primp in the mirror then pack my purse, credit cards, license, cash, and room key. I primp in the mirror again. My nails! I forgot my nails, it takes a few minutes, but they’re pretty, a press-on French manicure --- just the right feminine detail.
I check my purse again. I’m nervous, there’s a bit of trepidation as I stand in front of the door. Faintly I hear his voice pulling me back. “Noooo I shake my head!"
I look in the mirror, she smiles at me. You can do this. I’m out the door; there is a sense of wonder I’m doing it. I ride down in the elevator, the doors open and I’m in the lobby. I walk over and grab a bottle of water from the market. I ask the clerk softly, “Can you put this on room 314?”
“Sure” she smiles, “Anything else Ma’am?”
“Ma’am,” I say to myself, yes, she said Ma’am --- my heart sores.
I’m out the door and the cadence of heels on the pavement announces a woman is here. I’ve escaped, if only for the day, but I’m free and I’m flying!
Added to Stana’s Closet
Ponte Heart Print Dress from Julian Taylor (via ideeli)
Solid ponte knit sleeveless dress with a wide scoop neck, center front and back heart-printed panel, buckle detail over left shoulder and hidden back zipper closure. Not lined. 35" long.
Added to Stana’s Closet
Belted Crepe Knit Dress from Julian Taylor (via ideeli)
Crepe dress with cap sleeves and V-neck, bold print and solid side panels, side elastic detail on waist seam, optional skinny belt with studs. Not lined. 38" long.
May Be Added to Stana’s Closet
Palm Jacket and Stretch Flounce Skirt from Ann Taylor
jacket - Wear-now style: a fresh take on suiting makes a chic summer statement in noteworthy neutrals inspired by natural textures. Pair with an embellished top for an irresistibly feminine touch. Front hook-and-bar closure. 3/4 sleeves. Besom chest pocket. Front flap besom pockets. Lined. 20" long.
skirt - A ruffle hem imparts a delightfully feminine flounce to this alluring skirt, finished with a hint of stretch for a truly flattering fit. Hidden side zipper with hook-and-eye closure. Lined. 18" long.
Leaving the store, I noticed a sign in the window of the hair salon next door advertising a special: on Tuesdays, they cut men's hair for $12.
I needed a haircut and although I am not really a man, I can pass for one, so I returned to the salon on Tuesday.
I had never been in that salon, so I did not know what to expect.
My hairdresser was a vivacious middle-aged woman named Staci. It turned out that we grew up in the same neighborhood and although she is ten years younger, we knew some of the same people.
I almost mentioned that Staci used to be my femme name, but I decided to save that for another time.
After she finished doing my hair, she asked me if I'd like her to do my eyebrows. No hairdresser ever offered that service before and I gladly acquiesced.
She quickly buzzed each brow with an electric razor over a comb and saved me the trouble of trimming my brows.
Her hairdressing skills were excellent. I gave her a generous tip and I plan to patronize her salon again in the future.
In the past, Spiegel and Newport News offered different lines of clothing; the Spiegel line was more expensive and usually of better quality than the Newport News line.
“Since 2004, Spiegel and the women's fashion catalog Newport News have operated under the name Spiegel Brands, Inc.” (source: Wikipedia)
During the past few years, the lines have been merging. I first noticed the merger in their footwear offerings; shoes Spiegel sold were also available from Newport News and vice versa. Now it seems their clothing lines are merging, too. As a result, Newport News' offerings are as expensive as Spiegel's offerings.
That doesn't bother me and is not the reason I stopped buying from Spiegel and Newport News.
Besides buying more in person in brick and mortar stores, the other reason I have not been buying from Spiegel or Newport News is because I do not like the way they display their clothing.
In the past, they showed models wearing the clothing they sold. Today, they show most of their offerings without models; their clothing looks as if it is on invisible hangers.
I don't know about you, but I prefer to see the clothing modeled by models, not wire hangers because I get a much better idea of how the clothes look on a real person when they are worn by a real person.
Buying from a catalog that does not use models is like buying clothing off the rack without trying the clothing on before purchasing.
Sure I know that the body of a model in the Victoria's Secret catalog in no way represents my body, but at least I can see how the clothing is supposed to look on a real person and gauge how it might look on me. Whereas clothing displayed on a hanger in a catalog tells me nothing except how it will look hanging in my closet!
Fashionista Trivia
How many fashionistas remember when Newport News was known as Avon Fashions?
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| The Importance of Being Earnest with a crossdressed cast, Washington, D.C. 2010 |
I thought that was cool and I searched online for an
image of Mr. Bedford in the Lady Bracknell role to use in The Femulated
sidebar of this blog.
I was surprised to discover that
over the years, males have often played Lady Bracknell. Online, I found
18 other productions of the play in which a male actor played Lady
Bracknell. And I even found a 2010 Washington, D.C. production in which
all the roles were played by the opposite sex (see photos)!
As a result, I will feature the better Lady Bracknell femulations in The Femulated slot all this week.
I love these new fringed boots from ShoeDazzle!
Named "Callia" and available up to size 11 in red or black, this fringed faux-suede ankle boot has a 1.25" platform, 4" heel, and side-zipper.
I can’t decide which to buy --- Callia or Maki!
My foundation wear these days consists of a Bali cami torset top, which is a cami with the front cut out
to allow me to wear whatever bra I wish (usually something from Victoria's Secret). Below I wear a Bali high-waisted brief.
I have been very satisfied customer of these Bali Spanx clones, however, something new (to me) has appeared on the shapewear horizon. Bali has combined their cami torset top and high-waisted brief into one single piece of shapewear: the Bali Powershape Torset Body Briefer (see photo).
Avon has begun selling this new product and I ordered a sample. I will let you know how it works out as soon as I can.
I was very surprised that that blog was still on the Internet, which makes me wonder what else is still on the Internet that I have forgotten about. (Archive.org’s Wayback Machine might have some other forgotten gems.)
If you are interested in viewing my prehistoric blog, here is the link: http://staci-staci.livejournal.com/
He's everywhere! He's everywhere!
Today, I refer you to a commentary about Lana’s transition written by Andrew O’Hehir on Salon.
Titled “Lana Wachowski’s quiet coming-out party,” it is well worth reading.
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In other trans-related news, Gore Vidal, the author of Myra Breckinridge, died yesterday at the age of 98 86.
Oh, how well I remember reading Myra back in 1968 when I was a young budding femulator. The book was an eye opener and funny, too.
According to a report by Cavan Sieczkowsk in The Huffington Post today, “the director of The Matrix and the highly-anticipated film Cloud Atlas has become the first major Hollywood director to publicly come out as transgender. Lana Wachowski revealed she has transitioned while promoting her new film.”
Read the whole story here.
Shapewear is my friend in girl mode. With shapewear, my bust and hip measurements increase a little and my waistline shrinks a little.
In yesterday's post about fall fashions, I mentioned that "under the cover of fallwear, women like us can use all sorts of shapewear and tape (surgical and duct) to mold our bodies into more feminine figures."
If I wear something low-cut and want to show cleavage, I use surgical tape to bring my girls closer together. It is very effective as can be seen here, and is painless until I remove the tape (OUCH!)
For a smaller waist, I depend on shapewear. Some shapewear is more effective than other shapewear in this department, but in all my years of femulating, nothing beats duct tape for reducing the waistline and flattening the stomach.
I used duct tape for waistline and stomach reduction about 15 years ago. Back then, I wore a longline bra and high-waist girdle and wrapped the duct tape over the girdle and bra for an amazingly small (for me) waistline.
Since the tape never touched my skin, it came off painlessly at the end of my femulation. The only problem was that the tape left a sticky residue on the girdle and bra that was impossible to remove completely. This necessitated ducting each time I femulated, otherwise the tape residue would stick to the clothes I was wearing. Since I did not want to duct my gut every time I femulated, I abandoned the trick and resigned myself to a thicker waistline.
Until now.
Online, I found a solution to the problem. Before applying duct tape, apply a layer of plastic wrap, then apply the duct tape over the plastic wrap. Using this method avoids the sticky residue; it also allows you to apply the plastic wrap-duct tape combo directly to your skin if you want to go without shapewear altogether or if you want to wear the shapewear over the duct tape to fine tune your figure.
By the way, it is best to use one continuous strip of duct tape for each go around your waist. Place the first strip of duct tape at the narrowest part of your waistline and apply the subsequent strips above and below the first strip.
I have used as few as three and as many as five strips of duct tape around my waist. Your mileage may vary to achieve a gorgeous hour-glass figure.
