To paraphrase The Clash, this has been a public service announcement, with a sexy pic!

A couple of people have written enquiring about the possibility of doing a midriff-baring photo shoot. Well, you're in luck! I have just bought this top:

from an eBay auction, and I am planning to do something with it soon. Perhaps I will pair it with a tight black leather miniksirt, black hose, and my black suede boots. What do you think? Please let me know. Thanks!
(BTW, that's not me in the pic! )

I have also been mulling over another idea for a photo shoot: "Blushing Bride!" I think there is something intensely sexy about a bride's virginally white gown and accessories. I guess that's not totally wacky, since I understand the "virgin for sale" business is quite brisk in places like Thailand and the Phillipines. I have been keeping an eye on eBay auctions for a sexy yet sophisticated wedding gown. I usually search for "wedding gown 6" or "wedding dress 6". I wear a size 6. Hint, hint .

I like wedding gowns that are more elegant than elaborate. I don't like the "pouffy" type of stuff much. If I am to walk down the aisle to be married to the man of my dreams, I would like to look beautiful and sexy, so people would mutter "Gold digger!", but I would also like to look intelligent and sophisticated, like a woman with her own means, so I would make people think twice before thinking so!

I have my eyes on these wedding gowns on eBay. If you'd like, please come on a "virtual wedding gown shopping trip" with me, and let me know which one you would like me to wear when we get married. I know, I know, every man's worst nightmare: shopping for a wedding gown for/with his fiancée! Oh BTW, most of these auctions will end soon! (Hint, hint! )

So, it'd be a nice sexy gown with white lace undies underneath. I already a sexy pair of white stockings with wedding bells embroidery up the outside of the legs, and the perfect pair of white high heel pumps.

Anyway, so there I was in my tailored suit, its low-cut neckline barely hiding the lacy top of my bra, shiny & silky nude Pretty Polly hose, and white high heeled ankle-strap pumps with a handbag to match. As usual, the first stop was the Barnes & Noble coffee shop. This time, though, I think the crowd was just about ready to burst out in a standing ovation when I walked in! The boys serving cappuccinos were falling all over themselves trying to flirt with me. What's not to like?

It seems that I always follow the same routine every time I go out: Barnes & Noble, the mall, the post office, the gas station, etc. Why not? Going out en femme is fairly stressful for me, even when I know that I do look like a purdy & sexy gal. The possibility of being read, of some kid pointing and yelling "That's a man!", of having car problems, of having an automobile accident, etc. is small, but non-zero.

The pleasure of attention from men (and sometimes, women!) makes it all very wortwhile. Even if the trip is totally boring and I get zero attention from men, the ability to be in public en femme, to be a woman (at least, pretend to be a woman), is still enjoyable.

Anyway, there was this area by the cookbooks where there is an open area with a couple of armchairs. A man was sitting there reading. Suddenly, I needed to look for an Ethiopian cookbook, so I sauntered over to the international cookbooks section, which just happens to be right in front of him. I took my time browsing the books. And oh dear, some of those books are just way down there on the bottom shelf so I had to just bend over to see them better.

There is a waist-high table nearby with more books on them. I just had to lean over the table to reach that very interesting-looking book on the other side. Sheesh, I thought my hose was gonna melt under the stare of that man!

After that, I followed the old boring itinerary and headed for the mall. I took some pics in the parking lot, as you can see. I visited an "accessories" store. One of the two young girls tending the stores greeted me and handed me a shopping basket and told me about that day's special. I smiled and said thank-you as a polite person should, and went looking for a wide belt to wear with my new low-slung miniskirt. I had no luck finding one.

As I was descending the escalator, I noticed a young man whom I had seen in my vicinity quite a lot. He was already downstairs. As he walked back under the escalator I noticed his gaze discreetly traveling up my thighs to the hem of my short skirt. I wished I had the presence of mind to start playing with my skirt a bit to give him a better look!

I love wearing tight pants. Tight clothing has a way of hugging & squeezin' & caressin' in the most delish ways! A woman wearing skin-tight pants is much sexier than a woman nude from the waist down, IMHO. I think the admirer is more turned on if his imagination has to work things out!

Alas, I have not had the courage to go out en femme wearing tight pants. No matter how tight my panty is, my dangly bits always find a way to make their presence obvious when I wear pants. To make matters worse, going out en femme gives me such a rush that I am in a continuous state of arousal. A bulge at the zipper is sometimes sexy in a man, but it's never sexy in a woman .

Recently, I learned a new way to "tuck" from my long-time T-girlfriend, Cindy, a.k.a. Anisa Kimura. ("Tucking" is what a T girl would do to keep her unmentionables out of the way, achieving a smooth feminine contour "down there".) Normally, tucking involves pulling your dangly bits back as far between your buns as they will go and then putting on an extra small, extra tight panty. Anisa told me how she uses surgical tape to tuck. The idea is the same except one would use tape instead of a panty.

I also made an accidental discovery: I ran out of surgical tape and had to resort to using some masking tape (ick!). I discovered that I don't really need to use surgical tape everywhere. Masking tape actually works well because it's less sticky (less "ouch" when removing it!) and is available in broader widths, and it's cheap. I still need to supplement the masking tape with surgical tape around the edges because masking tape is not sticky enough to hold things securely. Masking tape also does not hold up to moisture/perspiration well.

Anyway, so there I was, all dolled up in extra tight white denim pants, like this:

I made my usual stop at the Barnes&Noble/Starbucks near Bee Cave Road and had my usual good time showing off to the businessman types hanging out & doing deals there. As I stand in line to get a "double, tall, latte" (a regular latte with an extra shot of espresso), I love the way I can "feel" the heat on all parts of my body from the eyes in the room. That was such a turn-on!

As I hit the mall, it was around lunch time so it was more crowded than usual. Perfect: there'd be more guys for me to flirt with! There were these three guys in shirt & tie just hanging out at the railing on the second floor, checking out the crowd. They eyeballed me pretty closely, especially the guy in the middle, an African American. I found myself wondering if it's true, what they say about African American men having big... feet . As I walked by, I had to give them an extra good show, wiggling my cute little tummy. I cruised around to the escalator across from them and rode it down, giving them an extra long look at my yummy self. I looked up at them and smiled ever so sweetly and coyly.

Anyway, I forgot my perfume, so I stopped by Dillard's perfume counter and helped myself to some "tester" perfume there. For me, the illusion of being a woman is just not complete unless I satisfy all senses in a feminine way. (So where does that leave my voice, you say? I'm working on it, OK? ) Now I look sexy and smell sexy!

Leaving Dillard's, I passed Frederick's of Hollywood. Of course I had to stop in! Everything was so yummy I was tempted to buy everything! All the sexy black vinyl lingerie; all the laces and chiffon and silk! I wasn't quite prepared for shopping/trying-on things; I wasn't wearing easy-off stuff like skirts and slip-on pumps and pullovers. I promised myself I will come back another day and do that.

Then it was on to Wet Seal, where I had fun trying on little chrome ornaments chain belts, which look very sexy when worn with tight pants. Throughout all this, I manage to speak well enough to fend of the storekeepers' "Can I help you?" without them running screaming away upon hearing my voice . I think singing helps making my speaking voice more femme.

On the way home, an elderly neighbor hanging out in front of his house having a smoke waved to me. I waved back. I hope he didn't notice that I had boobs!

My wife went out of town recently for a few days, so the first night I got dressed up and took some pics and then went out. I wore a tight short black leather miniskirt, fitted black 3/4 sleeve shirt, black hose and ankle strap high heel "Mary Jane". (BTW, I got these high heels on sale at Newport-News. They used to be an "old lady" kinda place, but they sure have improved the quality of their stuff. Either that or I'm getting old! )

After I got all dolled up, I drove around for a while before going to the local 24-hour supermarket to "play" a little. I love the way the night shift guys visibly enjoyed themselves when I walked in! An older guy working in the flowers department went out of his way to say hello to me. I immediately started having fantasies about giving him head among the daisies... That was fun!

I noticed an African American gentleman browsing the icecream freezers, so I had to take a detour that way . I pretended to study the Ben & Jerries real closely. I was loving it since I could check out my reflection in the freezer's glass doors at the same time. Also, stealing a peek at the reflection in the door, I could see him checking me out at length. As I walked away I looked at him in the eyes and smiled sweetly. He hesitated a bit, but in the end he smiled back.

After I got tired of flirting with people in the store, I went to the post office. I knew that it would be open for people to check their post office box, but that it would be deserted at that hour. Well, I was actually hoping that I would get the chance to flirt some more, if somebody comes by to check mail while I was there.

Thinking back, it was a little bit risky. The post office building sits back quite a way from the street and is obscured by many trees. If someone decided to press the situation with me, I'm not sure what I would have done. (Actually I do know what I would have done. The women from my country (but I'm sure many women do this) have a way of wielding their high heel as a weapon. I think I would have resorted to that method of self-defense. Afterall, a high heeled shoe does resemble a hammer, somewhat .)

But it turned out quite fun. As I was finishing up opening my mails and was ready to leave, an SUV pulled up and in walked a dark skinned hunk. He was either African American or Hispanic, I couldn't tell. I only know that he was cute and if he wanted to, he could have had his way with me! He was wearing a pair of shorts that showed off his muscular legs in the most delicious manner. As I walked by on the way out, he looked up from his mail box and checked me out intently. Gosh that was so sexy, feeling his eyes on the back of my thighs as I walked away!

I still wanted to show off some more, so I went to one of those twenty-pumps gas stations. I picked one that is really brightly lit (the better to show off!). I picked a pump with men getting gas at adjacent pumps. Of course I had to put on a big show when getting out of the car, letting my skirt ride up all the way to my hip. After openning the car door, I paused a bit as I touched my tiptoes down to the ground, giving the men plenty of time to catch a glimpse of my shiny sexy shapely leg!

While I was filling up my car, a man who was also getting gas drove by slowly in his SUV and ogled me. I looked at him and smiled. He stopped, rolled down his window and said: "Hey, I can pump that for you, you know?" with a wicked smile. I just smiled sweetly at him and turned away. A few seconds later when I turned back, he's still there, smiling at me. He said: "So how about it?" I smiled again and shook my head. Wow, I was getting SO turned on! I know, I know, what a slut I am! .)

He circled his truck around and faced me and said something else. I smiled again. Then he drove off. That was fun! I wanted to strut up to his truck and say to him: "How about if we go to a motel an I pump you for a while, you naughty little boy?!" .) Who knows, horny as he was, he might say yes to that!

As enjoyable as the first night home alone was, the second night was the exact opposite. There have certainly been days when I couldn't do anything right. The second night was one of those. I tried to get dressed up but screwed up my make-up pretty good. I was trying a new method of putting on foundation then powder then put on beard cover. It didn't work at all! I took some pics and my beard shadow kept showing up. I put on more beard cover and more powder and took some more pics. My beard shadow still showed! Arrrgh!

After a couple more tries I gave up and called it a night at 2 am. I didn't even get to go out en femme!

Hellooo!!! Anybody home?! Knock, knock!! I use Netscape Navigator, and all I have to do is to disable Javascript in the browser and hey presto! I can close any windows I want and their Javascript sh*t can't do a thing. Fools!

Oh wait, maybe users of other browsers don't have the option of turning off Javscript, like, say, Internet Explorer users? Fools!

You are so right they are a royal pain in the ass. Java can be shut off in MS Internet Explorer by going to Tools, then to "Internet Options...", then to Advanced tab, down to Microsoft VM and uncheck the Java boxes. Hope this helps!

Oh and on the Mac (V5.0) it is Edit, Preferences,Web Browser and to Java.

Of course Juliet Binoche was perfect in her role as the non-conformist heroine. She radiates a creamy Rubenesque feminity, though one always knew that her character's fist of steel is not very deeply swaddled in all that velvety sexiness.

My favorite has got to be Dame Judi Dench as the impatiently cantankerous Amande Voizin. What a fireball!

Johnny Depp did a passable turn as a gypsy sporting an Irish accent. He has come along way since 21 Jump Street! (Speaking of that show, I wonder whatever happened to Richard Grecco, who displaced Johnny Depp as the heartthrob of that show?)

Nicole sez "Chocolat" is a must-see.

We stayed at the brand-new Aladdin. (There is an Internet terminal in every room!) Our room was very nice. Ultimately though, one does not go to Vegas to sit in one's hotel room, so even though the room was almost as nice as those at the Bellagio, it did not matter much.

I had my hair down a lot of the time, which I thought is no big deal since I have my hair down a lot back home in Austin as well. I must have been quite a weird sight since I got more stares (from both sexes) than I am used to. Ah well, I guess even in a town where everything goes, some things still don't.

We played a lot of craps. We played some blackjack too. At some points, I got so sick of gambling that I went up to the room and surf T girls sites! One of my current favorites is Shavonna Starr's Web site. She's sexy! If I ever get to the SF area again, I will try to hook up with her.

I was happy to see that she's into spike heels. Well, duh! Like she's gonna say "I'm actually very into low chunky heels!" on such a program! At one point, she's putting on this pair of black patent ankle strap spike heeled cum-fuck-me pumps, just like the ones I wore in these photos and in these photos. I really enjoyed watching her sitting on the edge of her bed, slipping a foot into the shoe and buckling it up!

Another high point was a clip of her dancing on stage in front of a patron. She was wearing a red satin thong which molded deliciously to her mons pubis, closely hugging the outlines of her labia majora. I just loved it when she sexily traces a finger along the crease in the middle, pausing to tap rhythmically on her clitoris. Shudder! She got me super-excited with that move!

One thing about "Summer" though: she enjoys her job so much it's not fair that she gets paid to do it! I mean, take this "private dance" where she's dancing for this super-hunky guy.

He's sitting/reclining on a sofa, wearing a tight sparkly T-shirt, his hands up behind his head, his muscles bulging. (He does not look like he has to pay to get that kind attention from a woman, but that's beside the point!) She's straddling him, wearing only a white thong panty and CFM pumps. She's rubbing her nipples on his face, grinding her crotch up and down his legs and against his crotch, feverishly humping his big bulge. Dang, I would kill to do that to that guy, regardless of whether I was being paid or not!

Oh well, what was I expecting, realistic stuff?

Unfortunately, the quality of the movie has suffered some in the process. I guess an AVI movie is like a JPEG pic: every time you edit & re-save it, the quality degrades a bit more. I guess I just have to make movies in horizontal format only. I suppose if the horizontal format is good enough for Steven Spielberg, it ought to be good enough for me! |-)

Speaking of Spielberg, now there's a man whose movies I wouldn't mind being in!

I was unemployed for quite a stretch when the dot com that I was at went poof! Never one to be idle for long, I took advantage of the time off to do something I had not done in quite a while for being too busy: go out en femme!

So I got up early and got all prettied up. I remember not to wear my usual shocking pink lipstick this time. My friend Megan said pink lipstick is for blondes, not for me. I don't know but I kinda like the sexy, slutty pink on me!

The jacket belongs to my wife. I had bought the plaid skirt at a local Ross Dress For Less. The pantyhose is Donna Karan and the black patent babydoll pumps are from an admirer. I love my black patent backpack-style purse. It's so useful.

First off, I went to Barnes & Noble to get a cup of latte. I love to do that because the cafe there is always crowded with businessmen and with pretty young housewives: they're among my favorite types of people to show off to! I love it when there are a few gentlemen on line behind me, because then I can kinda "pose" and show off my legs. One of htese days I will do something whorish like pretending to drop some money and bend over at the waist to pick it up! It's so yummy to fantasize about the possibilities...

I also like to stop by the bookstore as the first stop because it's a huge place and it's usually deserted at that hour, so if I needed to gather my courage to face the admiring crowd out there, I can always stroll around the bookstore a bit first.

I think I have gotten good enough with my femme voice to order a latte without scattering a big crowd .

After I got my latte, I went browsing at the magazine racks. A big hunky dude, wearing a track suit and looking as if he's on his day off, started browsing nearby too. It was so cute to notice that he's standing there in front of magazines but his mind is really on the sexy leggy little Oriental creature near him, because he was standing right in front of the "Cosmo" and "Redbook" and such, which are right next to the "Vogue" and such that I was looking at! (Hey, maybe he's a really enlightened kinda man!)

I had to flirt a little bit so I stood on my tiptoes to reach up a magazine at the top of the rack. My skirt rode up as I reached up. I hope he enjoyed the sight of my taut legs as I stood up on tiptoes. I certainly enjoyed showing them off!

As if that was not enough, I pretended to kinda get down on one knee, like this, to look at a magazine lower down on the rack. I let my skirt ride up a bit. I don't know if he saw the panty part of my pantyhose, but I think he did enjoy the show; I thought I detected a little "activity" in his track pants.

After I was done arousing myself and others . at the bookstore, I went to HEB Central Market, a somewhat upscale variant of a normal, every-day HEB supermarket.

There were half a dozen men working behind the meat counter. The meat counter is directly across from the sausage case. I had to stop and shop for sausages. I pretended to bend over a bit to "inspect" the sausages (the ones in the case, not the ones on the men! ). My skirt rode up as I bent over. Either I have an overactive imagination, or looks could really burn, because I felt the back of my thighs tingle with heat as the men ogled my shiny silky legs. I wonder if my skirt rode up far enough so they could see the panty part of my pantyhose... Mmm, delish! ( I checked when I got home later. No, bending over at the waist didn't hike that skirt up far enough to show my pantyhose's panty. Oh well! . )

As I slowly turned around, I caught the men surreptitiously admiring my legs. It's so funny the way they immediately pretended to be really concentrating on the task at hand. Except for one guy. He was looking at me with a twinkle in his eyes. I think he was trying to think of ways to take me into the meat locker to show me his sausage . . I winked at him and continued on my way. That was a nice sexy ending to my day out en femme.

My wife went out of town on a last-minute training trip recently and I took full advantage of that! The first night I got all dolled up (and took pics!) in a lime green "baby sweater" that showed lots of navel. I have always to venture out in public in one of those. I guess I wanted to see if my mid-riff is as "passable" as the rest of me.

I paired the sweater with a light blue/white checked skort, Givenchy "sea foam" colored "Body Gleamer" hose, and white patent mid-heel strappy sandals. Since this is the evening, I figure a bit over the top with the make-up may be necessary, given how a "normal" make-up job seems to look plainer in the dark. Topping it all off with a white patent bag, this little piggy was off to the market.

I went to the local Whole Foods, which had a book store, Book People, next to it. I browsed in there a while. Since this Book People is somewhat of an "alternative lifestyle" bookstore, there were a few women who looked like they may be into other women. As a result, I had a good time "flirting" with both men and women alike. Well, I thought I was flirting anyway, doing things like standing kinda close to someone; or turning in their direction, while pretending to be totally engrossed in a Cosmopolitan magazine (hopefully while not holding it upside down ); etc.

At one point I passed a totally yummy girl in a really short minidress standing reading some religion book. Of course I had to make a roundtrip to get another look , and that's when I noticed that she was really "putting a show" for a young man sitting in an armchair a distance away. By the look on his face, he was enjoying it! Of course, I gave this girl a hand and gave the young man another eyeful !

So then, like, I got, like, bored, so I went into Whole Foods and browsed for a while among the wines. It's not that I'm a wine connoisseur or anything; it's just that the people looking at wine always seem to be the mature (possibly graying! ! ), sophisticated types that Nicole would have loved to get acquainted with! Fortunately, all of them seem quite taken with Nicole as well! Methinks the wines were not the only things being studied closely.

It was something new for me, showing off my midriff along with lots of legs. Of course, I have to remember to suck in my stomach *just* a little bit! !

At the end of the night, I ventured to a T/gay hang-out that I have heard about from other Austin T girls, a place called 'Bout Time. I got as far as its parking lot, but I chickened out and turned around and drove home! I think the two somewhat drunken-looking lesbians leaving the place probably had something to do with me running way ! Next time, I think I will ask around & make sure that I can meet someone I know there before venturing there.

So I was dressing up exactly like I was when I went out en femme in Vegas, just to take some photos for my Web site. Of course, as usual, it seemed such a waste to dress up to the nines and not do something with it. So after taking photos wearing the Vegas outfit, I changed into something slightly different to go shopping! I replaced the gray skort with a short pleated black skirt, the peep toe sandals with my Calvin Klein pumps, and the pearl jewelry with "gold" ones. Now I'm ready for the road!

Off I went to my favorite haunt: Neiman Marcus' Last Call store. This is where they sell the "left overs" from their main stores. The big reason this is my favorite store though, beside the high-zoot merchandise, is because their shoes are out in the open. They're on racks, sorted by size, for anyone to try on freely. A crossdresser's dream, surely! I tried on a pair of buttery soft Fendi high heel ankle strap pumps. It was so sexy slipping them on. The feel of the soft leather caressing the arch of my feet, the gentle restraining feel of the straps around my ankles. I had a great time admiring my legs & feet in front of the mirror. Too bad it was available in sizes 8 and 10 in brown but not size 9 in black. Ah well. A young African American man passed by at that time. He made a return trip so he too, could enjoy my legs!

There was also a pair of Manolo Blahnik thigh high high heeled boots that I had to try on, even though they were half a size too small. Their shafts are made of a stretchy leather-like material. Since they fit very snugly and don't have zippers, I had a bit of a struggle pulling them on. But it was worth it though. The boots' shafts come up almost to the top of my thighs. In fact the tops disappeared under my somewhat short skirt! I tried turning the tops down, but didn't like the way they look much. The feel of the tight boots around my legs, and the lovely, sexy high heels, were almost worth the $600 price tag! (It was marked down from $900!)

A couple of women were also in the shoes department trying on shoes. As usual, I sensed reactions ranging from envy & jealousy to a delicious feminine cameraderie. One was a pretty young blond woman, with her infant, who was crying and being generally unhappy. She spread out a baby blanket and laid the baby down, right next to the chair I was using to change shoes. She smiled sweetly up at me as I came back to the chair to change back into my shoes. I did the "Ooooh what a cute baby!" routine, which wasn't all that difficult, since she was cute. And oh yeah, the baby was cute too.

After trying on many pairs of shoes, it was off to the mall for a little of strutting & showin' off! Both on the way into the mall and on the way out, I encountered couples and the guys invariably dropped back behind their significant other so they could discreetly check out my legs! I love it! 'Course, I think the women would just as soon scratch my eyes out. Oh well, it's not my fault I have sexy legs .

I needed some money, so I asked a woman in a store where the closest ATM was. (I also wanted to practice my femme voice.) She cheerfully pointed me to one. I don't know if she was so cheerful and helpful because that's her job, or because my voice actually did not spook her too badly!

A couple of well-dressed men gave me the once-over. (Heck I think it was more like the twice- or three times-over!) I love it when men try hard to ogle me!

Alas, soon enough it was time to go home and "decloak"! The outing would have been rather mundane if it weren't for a little excitement at the end. When I got back home, a couple of men were working on the sprinkler system next door. One was older. His colleague/assistant was considerably younger, much better looking, and shirtless. The young man eyed me driving into my garage. I was in his full view when I stepped out of the car. I took the opportunity to do it rather slowly, as well as letting my skirt ride up a bit showing him even more of my legs. I could feel his gaze burning a track up my thighs! Ah, a nice ending to an enjoyable day!

I was in Las Vegas for a week-long trade show. We stayed at the Hard Rock Hotel. Cool place. I had a room with a balcony overlooking the swimming pool/recreation complex. It was cool to be able to watch all the yummy people sunbathing. There was one couple in particular that was quite buff. The man was nicely muscular. The woman was petite, but very curvaceous, and she was wearing a hot pink thong bikini! Yummy! I think if they had asked Nicole to party with them, Nicole would have joined them in a flash!

My room was quite close to the elevator, so it was fairly easy to come and go without running into too many people. So one night I dressed up and went out.

I had planned to go out at least one night, so I packed accordingly. Since my wife would be around when I pack, and she would be driving me to work on the day of departure, I couldn't pack my femme stuff then. I packed the femme stuff beforehand and brought them to work. When I packed for the trip, I used a slightly too-big bag. On departure day, my wife drove me to work. I transferred the previously packed femme stuff into my big bag, and I was ready for the trip. (One small wrinkle with the bag: sometimes the security people check your bag even after it has been X-rayed. I had to check the bag, so I would not have to risk a bag search and have the security people stumble upon my high heels and breast forms .

I brought my tight black knit top, gray skorts, black hose and black high heeled sandals with 1/2" platforms. Of course I also packed the "necessaries": breast forms, bra, thong panties, make-up, and perfume. I also threw in a couple of condoms and a tube of K-Y Jelly. I always like to pretend that I am a bad girl ! It was such a luxury not having to bring a wig. It's great that I can style my boy hair into a femme style.

I had dinner early one night, then started to get ready. After all the usual prep work (shower, shave, etc.), I got dressed and put on make-up. I remembered to put my top on first, since it's a pull-over top, and would ruin my make-up if I put it on after applying make-up. I styled and sprayed my hair into as big a head of hair as I could. I am a Southern belle afterall! One last check in the mirror: tight black top (with extra padding under my 36B breast forms for that little extra bit of va-va-voom!), short skorts, long legs in black hose, black high heeled platform sandals, pearl jewelry, and a killer-cute smile! I was ready to flirt all night!

Here are couple of photos albums of how I looked that night, with and without my purse:

[ 25 May 2000 ]

Recently, the local Neiman Marcus outlet store had a big sale. Visions of 75% off designer shoes tempted me. A few pairs of Manolo Blahnik fetish high heels would be heavenly! So I went there en femme first thing in the morning the day of the sale. I wanted to have first crack at any juicy sale items. It turned out to be a bit of a mistake. It seemed like every housewife in Austin had the same idea and also showed up early!

I decide to be brave and joined the fray anyway. Having spent so much time getting ready, it would be waste not to. The great thing though, was that I was able to mingle among them at the shoe racks, trying shoes on at leisure, w/o anybody behaving oddly towards me in any way! That was *SO* cool! I just loved it!

It was so cool to be able to try on all those shoes, brushing elbows with all those pretty ladies. I loved trying on a pair of sexy high heels and admiring myself in front of the mirror. It felt *so* sexy. I think some of those ladies were admiring my legs too! I must have tried on a dozen pairs of shoes, including lime green Armani mules, gold ankle strap Manolo Blahnik f**k-me pumps, rhinestone studded pumps, spike heeled ankle boots. I even wrestled on a pair of thigh high high heel boots made of an ultra-stretchy material that hugged my thighs like a second skin. I didn't buy any of them, because they were pricy, even after the 30% discount.

I also had a great time ogling all those sexy legs & pretty feet trying on shoes, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It's weird: women can admire & compliment each other's "assets" and it's no big deal. It's difficult to imagine guys doing it, "Hey Bob, I love those shoes on you, man!" . It's even difficult to imagine guys saying those things to their women! (Actually, as a guy, I say those things to my female colleagues all the time; I wonder if they wonder about me...)

I was very happy that I was so passable as to be able to be so up close and personal with real women. I think it helped a lot to be dressed in a more acceptable way, or rather in a less flamboyant way. My only nod to my crossdressing desires was a short skort, showing plenty of legs. Oh, yeah, and my black knit top was ever so slightly see-through. But other than that, I wore gold jewelries, black hose, and black patent loafers with medium-high chunky heels; perfectly respectable.

There was a construction crew working on scaffoldings in the corner of the store. I had a really great time showing off to them. I have always loved the way women put on a sexy show while pretending that they didn't even know they're being admired. Well, that was my chance to do the same to those construction workers! I think I stopped them in their tracks when I tried on the Versace black patent spike heeled pointy-toed boots!

I drove to a nearby Ross Dress For Less, which is in a strip mall along with a Book Stop, a TJMaxx, a Home Depot, and a Circuit City. As I walked towards the Ross store, I had to cross the parking lot's main drive. It was so very delicious to see some of the men eyeing me from behind the steering wheel. I took every chance to walk with just a little extra wiggle of the hip!

I bought the pair of black stretch knit boot leg pants that I wore in the Club Gurl photo album.

I also bought a cheap pair of high heel platform sandals, in black, of course. My "find" of the day was a pair of black patent slip on mules with a broad band over the insteps, and a tiny spaghetti strap over the toes. So sexy!

All good things must come an end, alas. I reluctantly went home. Not wanting to let the day go to waste, I did a photo session. The result of which is the Club Gurl! photo album. I was still dressed like when I was out, except I tried on the new pair of pants (which looks rather good if I do say so myself!), and the new pair of shoes.

I got breast forms! I don't know why I waited so long. They feel great! They have very realistic heft and feel and bounce. I bought them from Frederick's of Hollywood, whose service is once again above reproach. I had the stuff sent to my P.O. box. My local office has instituted a new system for picking up bigger packages that don't fit in normal mail boxes. It used to be that they would give me a slip of paper in my mailbox informing me that I have a package. Then I have to present the slip of paper to a human to pick up the package, which can be mildly embarrassing. The box only says "F.O.H." but it's no secret as to what those letters stand for.

Now, they would put the package into a "locker" then put its key in my mailbox. I use the key to open the locker (whereupon the key becomes captive in the lock) to pick up my package. I don't ever need to see a human. (Of course, if the package or letter was sent via registered mail (as a recent personal letter from an unknown source!), I still need to see a human to pick it up, since I will need to present an ID. In that case, I can't pick up anything if it was addressed to "Nicole Asahi" since I obviously don't have any papers that would identify me as "Nicole Asahi"!)

I went shopping again the other day at the local Ross Dress For Less, or as a T* friend has quiped, "C-Ross Dress For Less" ). I went as my boy-self. I think I am getting more brave, or more calloused, or something. I didn't feel all that uncomfortable browsing among the dress racks. Granted the place was rather empty, but there were about a dozen women milling among the women's stuff.

I picked three great skirt suit, of an artificial jacquard material, with a fitted short jacket top and a short skirt, both in size 7. I also picked out a short gold/black cheongsam dress, also size 7. I headed for the dressing room, which was deserted except for the attendant, and old (but elegant) woman and another woman waiting for somebody. The attendant acted as if I was trying on boys' clothes. No arched eyebrows, no change of tone in voice (she was friendly enough). She counted up my pieces, gave me a number tag indicating how many pieces I had, and I headed into the boys' side.

It was fun trying on the clothes. I don't think it would have made any differences if there were other men in there, but it would not have been as enjoyable, because I wouldn't be able to stand on my tiptoes and pretend that I was wearing high heels when I tried on the clothes (people can see that under the cubicle's door!).

The clothes fitted me perfectly. Even the sleeves were long enough. I usually have problems with the sleeves being too short if something fits me, since I guess a size 7 woman is usually not as tall as I am. I ended up keeping two suits, one in a cute blue/lavender color, one in forest green, and the cheongsam. I passed on the black/white checked skirt suit because it looked a bit too cheap.

I know, I know, besides the cheongsam, which was formfitting and has a slit up the side, the two suits were mighty boring, but I was really looking for some day clothes, not club or sexy stuff. I have since tried on the suits with my new breastforms and they fit great! I think I am going to re-hem the skirt to be a couple of inches shorter! Keep an eye out for some photos of me in those new duds!

So anyway, when I came out of the dressing room, the attendant lady said to me, with a twinkling in her eyes and a smile on her lips: "Now you ARE going to get all those, right?" as if she knew exactly what was going on in my head! I could only smile brightly and sweetly and said yes!

On the Monday before Xmas Eve, my wife had to work, so it was a good time for me to have another en femme outing. It was great, except for one tiny glitch. I'll get to that in a bit.

I dressed business-like, yet sexy. I wore white opaque hose. Actually I wore two pairs of pantyhoses: a white opaque one, then a pair of white Hanes Silk Reflections pantyhose over that. My legs looked great (lovely and shapely as well as glistening sexily!), and they felt great! I couldn't resist running a hand up and down the inside of my thighs as I drove along, making me all quivery inside!

I wore a black fitted jacket (my wife's!), which thanks to my corset, gave me a lovely hourglass figure. Underneath I wore a black pleated miniskirt (also my wife's) which was really short. It was about 12" above my knees! Under the jacket I wore a white knit top. I wore gold jewelry (also my wife's) to compliment the gold buttons on the jacket. I was going to wear my 4" white spike heeled pumps, but decided that I would like to be able to walk normally (!) so I wore my black patent shoes with 2 1/2" chunky heels and silver "horse bit" over the foot, a` la Gucci loafers. I did bring my pumps along though, in case I felt like a quick strut some where!

I drove to a new upscale supermarket, intending to buy some Lauren perfume, which I had seen there previously. On the way in, I passed three supermarket checkout guys taking their breaks at a table on the veranda out front. They enjoyed my legs a lot, I could tell!

Inside the supermarket, I had a good time admiring my reflection in the glass doors of the frozen foods cases. I also had a good time lingering about any man who gave me more than a brief glance, giving them a little extra show of bending at the waist as if looking for something on a low shelf! Then I bought my Lauren perfume and left, again giving the three boys a good show by swaying my hip nice and sexy!

After the supermarket, it's off to the post office. There I decided to put on my high heel pumps for the brief walk in to my PO box. As I was getting ready to exit from the car, a car with an older couple pulled up in the spot next to me. Of course, I took my time getting out of the car, giving the man a nice flash of my long legs (he was the passenger; they were on my left). He said hello quite cheerily after enjoying the sight! Inside, I saw men waiting on line turning around to look at me as I walked in. They did the same when I left. I loved it! Cars stop for me to cross in front of them (slowly!). I was out of practice walking in ultra high heels, so I had to walk slowly and carefully.

Then it's off to my favorite destination: the local Neiman Marcus Last Call store, where they sell "leftovers" from their main stores. It was just after opening, so the store was almost deserted. They keep shoes out on open rack, so I had a slow, leisurely time trying on all the oh-so-sexy shoes, from slinky strappy evening sandals to spike heeled boots to business like high heeled loafers. I had a delicious time admiring my sexy legs and pretty little feet in the full length mirror. Once, an older, attractive woman, locked eyes with me. I think she also loved my legs! My imagination ran wild for a little while with all the possibilities...

Then comes the tiny glitch that I mentioned above. As I was trying on a pair of designer black patent leather high heel pumps (marked down to $20!), a sales clerk, an African American gentleman, walked by and remarked about how deeply discounted that pair was. I said a few words agreeing with him, upon which he looked as if I just sprouted wings! I saw him walk off down to the girl attending the fitting room, said something to her, and they both looked my way! Oh well, got to work on this voice of mine!