After reading my ramblings on "Strut Your Strap-On!", an HBO special, which showed, among other things, a girl thoroughly enjoying getting it doggie-style from her strap on-equipped lover, a long-time fan (hi Larry!) wrote & pointed out that perhaps "Only a woman can be a man the way a woman wants a man to be."
Touché!

One girl was dressed up as a boy, with a sizeable dildo hanging out of her pants. She stands on the bar as another girl, in sexy lingerie and high heels, kneels in front of her and oh-so-seductively sucks her "boy"'s cock. Mmm-mmm-good!

It's so sexy watching women "going down" on each other, sucking each other's c*ck, and f*cking each other like crazy. In another scene, one girl stands bending over a "ballet bar" and she gets it doggie-style from another girl, working her over enthusiastically with a strap-on. The fuckee writhes and moans as her lover really goes to town with the dildo.

One girl said: "I like my women to look like beautiful boys" How about boys who look like beautiful women? Where do I sign?

On the second night, I decided to go out looking as if I was bound for a hot date with some very lucky gentleman. I wore my cheongsam, which I shortened by quite a good bit (but then in a fit of modesty, added a black lace hem to make it longer again ), Wolford "The Twenties" black fishnet pantyhose (from E. in HK; thanks, hon!), and "Knotty" high heel ankle-strap sandals (from one of my sponsors, fantasyfootwarehouse.com.

An on-line GG friend commented that guys probably thought that I am a prostitute, wearing a dress that short. To me, the dress didn't seem that short, but then again, I'm a crossdresser, so my opinion on a dress's length should probably be heavily discounted . I borrowed my wife's little black sequined clutch purse, and I looked like I was ready for a sophisticated sultry sexy sizzling soiree! Gosh, there's nothing like sexy threads to make a girl feel like a million bucks or in my case, a million Italian lires .

I entered the supermarket at the same time with a young-ish couple, the girl wearing tight sexy short shorts. It gave me a tingle when both of them slowed down and checked me out! My imagination ran wild...

I got some cosmetics: cover-up stick (can never find one in the right shade; they're always too light or too dark, so I keep trying different brands & different shades), "smoky eyes" eye shadow set, black liquid eyeliner, etc. Even though I have bought plenty of women's clothes & shoes when not en femme, somehow I've never been comfortable with buying cosmetics. Whenever I go out en femme, I always take the opportunity to pick up any cosmetics that I may need.

As I was checking out & paying, I heard "Ma'am? ... Ma'am?" It took me split second to remember that the speaker may have been addressing me! I looked and it was the girl in sexy shorts. She asked: "Your hose is so cute! Can I ask you where you got them? I've been looking for some..." (This was just before Halloween.) OK, make sure your voice doesn't make her run away screaming now, I said to myself. In my femme-est voice, I said, "I got them from Wolford." I didn't want to go into how there's this very ardent admirer of mine in HK who is such a big fan of pretty T girls that he bought me a boxful of the stuff, 'cause then I would have explain what a "T girl" is, and then I would have to say that yes, you're looking at one of them .

"Ummm... 'Wolford'?" she said.
"Yes, Wolford, W-O-L-F-O-R-D."
"...F... O... R... D... OK thanks!"

Off she went, either because she was satisfied with the answer, or because she may have sensed my discomfort. She may have thought that I didn't like being bugged by a total stranger. Or she may have figured out that I'm not really a woman. When she got back to where her boyfriend was, they didn't show any signs that anything unusual had happened (they didn't point and laugh ), so I guess I did OK!

Oh, BTW, this supermarket has several of those new fangled (to us Texans anyway!) "self check-out" lanes, where you scan your own merchandise and pay with cash or plastic. I made a mental note to come back here if I ever need make-up supplies again: don't have to worry about any embarrassing moments with a human cashier!

The Best Buy at the Gateway complex was crowded! I don't think I have ever gone out en femme to such a crowded public place before. Once upon a time, I would have freaked and turned around and left right away; it's not much fun when I'm all stressed out. This time, though, brimming with self-confidence (or was it because the men seem to be enjoying my short skirt?), I went to check out some Madonna CD's (OK, I'm an old fuddy-duddy!).

A boy in his late-teens was in the same aisle. My short skirt quite piqued his interest! See, that's the thing about dressing sexy: it's tough to get very near to the look-at-me line without crossing over to the "wanna date?" side of it. (BTW, if a stranger says "wanna date?" to you, s/he is probably not talking about dinner and a movie.) I think that boy was thinking I'm the "wanna-date?" kinda girl. At his age though, I don't think he cares. If it moves, he'll f*ck it; he doesn't care .

Leaving my teenage admirer with a wistful look in his eyes (and something more in his pants), I'm off to Whole Foods, just a couple of doors down. As I strolled over, I passed a cute muscular bearded guy. We exchanged smiles. Ooooh, if he only knew how much I wanted to take him to a motel and have a roll in the hay with him!

Over in Whole Foods, I did one of my favorite outing things: strolled over to the icecream freezer case and ponder the Ben & Jerries and the Häagen-Dazs, as if smirking to passer-bys "Hey I can afford to eat this stuff", at the same time admiring that leggy sexy creature in the freezer case's glass! What crossdresser doesn't like a full length mirror?!

By now, the lack elasticity in my suspender hose started to rear its ugly head. As I was browsing the wine aisle, I got that "sagging hosiery" feel. I could have sworn that my hose have slid down to around my knees . I reached down discreetly and felt under the hem of my skirt. Hmmm... the knit bands atop my stockings' thigh top were just even with the hem of my skirt. Uh-oh! I went back to my "full length mirror" to check: no, my stocking tops were not showing. Whew! Wouldn't be right to have my stocking tops bared for all to see, said the girl in the streetwalker-short miniskirt .

What happened was, I went to have my hair trimmed. (Relax, fans of long hair: I merely had the ends evened up, nothing drastic; my hair is still about the same almost-down-my-cute-butt length.) After the hair stylist got done with my hair, I asked about having my eyebrows waxed, "down here" motioning to the area underneath the brows. The hair stylist called a beautician over and said to her (in Vietnamese): "He would like to get his brows waxed [something something] down there..." Of course, all the other girl heard was "...down there." Her eyes went round!!! "Down where?!!!" Hee, hee that was funny.

Thing is, I wouldn't have minded to have my bikini area waxed, especially since the beautician is kinda cute, and I would have enjoyed being naked as a baby in front of her. (Ain't I a perv? )

I sewed myself a sexy skirt suit, from a Claude Montana pattern. The jacket is fitted, with a "peplum" at the hip. The skirt is fitted at the waist but then flares sexily at the hem. The jacket is accented with nice big gold buttons. Very sexy and très "power lady executive"! Since the weather is heating up, I figure I'd do an en femme outing before it gets too hot. We already have days of mid-nineties weather (35+ Celsius)!

It's off to Starbucks to get a coffee, and to show off to the patrons there. It's a good thing that I am very passable, because in a suburban setting, the women tend to be much more casually dressed, as they go about their daily errands. A woman in a suit, with ultra short skirt, nice sexy hosiery, and black patent pointy toe high heel pumps, stands out like a red rose in a field of bluebonnets! In a way, I love standing out from the crowd. Men notice me much more that way. In any case, how can a teeny short skirt fails to catch men's attention? (I do know a thing or two about men. )

I love the strip mall at this new Starbucks. The stores have nice big glass fronts, so as I strolled from the supermarket (flirting with a gentleman out and about with his baby!) down to the Starbucks, I got to enjoy a nice view of myself showing off my killer legs! By the time I get to the Starbucks, I almost expected the crowd to burst into applause upon my entrance . Fortunately, there was no silence of stunned amazement when I walked in, though the men all discreetly repositioned themselves to get a better glimpse.

After the coffee, I did some shopping at another strip mall. There was a store being remodeled. The workers got an eyeful of me strolling ever so slowly and sexily across the parking lot. After shopping, I made sure I gave them a repeat performance on the way back to the car!

I bought a little size 3 stretch denim minidress. I also bought two pairs of sexy high heel sandals. You'd think that I wouldn't need to buy high heels since I have a sponsorship from fantasyfootwarehouse.com, but I guess I'm just a shop-a-holic! Look for the minidress & high heels in a future photo shoot.

Yes, I tried the dress on and it fit. And to answer your next question, yes, I tried it on in the ladies changing room . As I stripped down to bra and hose and high heels, it's kinda sexy to fantasize that I'm being watched by a "spy cam" in the ventilation grate just above my changing stall. I performed a striptease for the imaginary camera, a come-hither look in my eyes. Wouldn't it be a kick in the head if there really was a hidden camera?

On the way back to the car, there was an older gentleman sitting in his big sparkling new Merc Benz S-class, probably waiting for his wife to get done shopping. My path brought across the front of his car. The temptation to stop and give him a nice show, like this: was just overwelming!!

Happy Tax Day!

Well, that's part of the reason I am a bit tardy with an update. I've been up to here with a plumbing disaster in my house, plus this tax thing. Thanks for all the concerned emails. But fret not, I am not retiring yet. I will have new pics, better than ever, posted soon!

I don't know how, but I received an (junk) email from the Wilhelmina modeling agency inviting me to enter a "model search" for models 40-60 years old. Well, OK, the email didn't specifically invite me, but you get the drift.

I actually fantasized about signing up and getting selected to be among the ten finalists. Of course, then I read the part about entrants having to be "female U.S. permanent residents". Oh well.

Good thing I'm writing this on April 4th and not on April 1st, else you may think I'm being a wise gal trying to pull an April Fool trick on you!

Would you ever send an email to me from an email address that you do not want to receive a reply at and yet not warn me not to reply to your email? I mean, if it's an email address that you share with your S.O., for example. You would probably not want your S.O. to see a reply from me saying "Thanks for the sweet and sexy compliments!" or something like that! (OTOH, maybe your S.O. is into your liking T girls and he/she is into T girls too, in which case, it's all good!)

I feel kinda bad since a visitor recently emailed me from such an email address. He didn't write anything about "don't reply to this address". I duly replied. His wife saw the email! Ooops!

Well, despite my attempt at stating beforehand that I have no X-rated pics on my Web site, some people are still getting miffed at finding no such pics on my Web site! I wish people would take a bit of time to read the nice list of FAQs before coughing up the $$$.

After posting my Orange Mini photo albums, an admirer kinda "dared" me to go out wearing the black patent spike heeled "come fuck me" boots. Who am I to turn down an opportunity to be sexy and and to flirt?

At the earliest opportunity, taking advantage of being all purdied up for couple of photo shoots, I go out trolling for amorous attention. For some reason, this time, I have quite a difficult time coming up with an outing outfit that balances "normal woman" versus "sexy T girl." I have to go through many outfits before I am satisfied.

I settle on an old reliable, a black fitted jacket with gold buttons, to help create that wasp-waisted look. My legs get a thorough showing off from a schoolgirl plaid miniskirt and super-shiny Calvin Klein off-black pantyhose. (I consider wearing my little tartan flirt skirt for a moment, but in the end decide that wearing such a skirt would be like being followed by a carnival barker wearing a CROSSDRESSER ALERT! placard!) And of course, the black patent knee high boots get prominent billing. A little black and white "Guess" handbag completes the outfit.

One last twirl in front of the mirror and it's off to market, literally. I need a foundation cream to match my now-suntanned complexion, so I go to a local supermarket/drugstore. I know I am in for a lot of fun when I see car after car deliberately slow down so the male driver would get an opportunity to "let the pedestrian" cross in front of him. Two can play at the game, so I also deliberately slow down and take my time crossing, doing the best hip-swiveling strut I can muster (not that I can walk fast in 5" heels, anyway).

The shoppers in the store are mostly housewives, some with babies, so it's quite boring. Well, except for when I linger at the condoms rack, taking my precious time to ponder the various brands, much to the amusement/interest of several male shoppers.

As I am waiting in line to pay for the foundation, a young man in T shirt and tight black bicycle shorts catches my eyes and smiles. My, what a nice... basket he carries! We cross path again outside and flirt some more. I almost run after him and offer a blow job.

From there I walk to a Starbucks a few doors down. I quite enjoy admiring myself in the glass storefront windows as I pass. Dang, those boots are sexy! The patrons in the Starbucks, including a middle-aged gentleman who is seated at a table with his wife, seem to enjoy my sexy legs as well. I order a "double tall latte", and on the way out, strut my stuff just a little bit more.

On the way back to my car, I hear an engine rumbling behind me. After I veer to one side to make way, a beautifully restored 50s Chevy rumbles by. Its driver is checking me out intently. We exchanged smiles.

"I love your car," I coo. "What is it?"
Men love it when women act all innocent and ignorant about cars .
"It's a 1954 Chevy Bel-Air," he says.
He's just a little bit graying around the temples. I suppose one must be of a certain age before one can afford such a toy. I also notice that he's in very good shape. I can tell that I would enjoy him giving a ride .
"Will you give me a ride?"
"Sure, hop in, hon."
Hey, that's a good sign, he's calling me "hon" already! I walk around the front of the car (slowly, of course!). He reaches over and open the door for me. As I slide onto the bench seat beside him, I take good care to let the unbuttoned front of my miniskirt fall open and give him a healthy eyeful of sexy thighs.

I sit close to him, my thighs demurely together but angled a good way towards him. He pumps the accelerator a couple of times, like an alpha gorilla male trumpeting his dominance over a new member of his harem.

As we make a right turn out of the parking lot, I pretend to not be able to hang on, and topple into him. As I try to right myself, I accidentally put my hand on the bulge in his jeans. Wow, what a bulge! He feels like he really likes what he sees! Not to disappoint, I let my hand linger there for a while, gently stroking him and moaning while giving him a look that screams "Give it to me!" We almost die 'cause he pulls over so fast!

Now parked and out of harm's way, he takes me into his arms and kisses me ravenously. Almost simultaneously, his big hot hands find their way up my silky cool thighs and into... You shoulda seen the look on his face! I could almost see the thoughts racing through his mind from the expressions on his face! His next thought seems to be "Nah, can't be..." because he starts to check me out down there again. He must like what he's finding. He becomes all feverish and rushed, clumsily and hurriedly pressing his face down into my lap. Before I can react, he has me all hanging out and engulfed in a deliciously sizzlingly hot wetness...

Where are we? Oh yes, I get done flirting with the handsome older gentleman and get into my car and head off to do some more showin' off. Along the way, I notice a motorcycle with five headlights in its fairing gaining on me. When it gets close enough, I recognize the "ECILOP" on its fairing (which of course, reads "POLICE" in my mirror!). Wouldn't you know it, we come upon a green-turning-yellow-turning-red light, and I have to stop, not wanting to give the policeman an excuse to pull me over for running a red light. As he pulls up next to me, I look over: hey, way cool! His bike is a BMW "Boxer". It's unusual enough that a motorcycle cop has a what seems to be a non-regulation fairing on his bike, his bike choice is also unusual for a motorcycle cop.

He was looking over into my car as well; I just know he would do that, so I make sure to hike my skirt up plenty before he pulls up next to me!

At the mall, I visit Best Buy (an electronics chain store, for my non-U.S. fans), Toys-R-Us, TJMaxx and Ross Dress For Less (clothing stores). I think I cause quite a stir among the geeky sales help in Best Buy! I've not had such good service before!

I visit Toys-R-Us because I want to find a couple of props for upcoming photo shoots. I need a Western get-up of gun belt and six-shooters but they're nowhere to be found. I think toy manufacturers are making fewer and fewer "real gun" type of toys. I don't know if that does anything to reduce gun-related violence in the U.S., but it sure does make it difficult for me to find props!

Anyway, there were many young couples in Toys-R-Us shopping for toys. Maybe it's my big ego and equally sizable imagination, but all the ladies, upon seeing me, all have the same reaction: putting the figurative "blinders and leash" on their man. They kinda position themselves so their man would have to deliberately turn around to take a look at me, or talk to their man in a way that demands his attention. Of course, I respect another woman's property, but I don't too hard to stay of their man's field of view either!

As I make my way from store to store, I make sure I take the most circuitous route. I want to enjoy the sexy feeling of sashaying about in my cum-f*ck-me boots and my short skirt. I so do enjoy the way a male driver's head slowly pivot on his shoulders as he passes, his eyes glued on me!

Oh yeah, as I am trying on a pair of spike heeled red leather booties in TJMaxx, one of a pair of older, rich-looking ladies who were trying on shoes nearby looks at me "modeling" the booties" and remarks: "Those are cute!" I smile and "vogued" some more, just for her! [Adopting a Jerry Seinfeld-like voice:] "Have ya ever noticed how chicks never say 'Those are pretty' or 'He's handsome' or 'She's beautiful'? Everything is 'Cute' to them: 'Those are cute,' 'He's cute,' She's cute'!"

Look for the pics from that photo shoot soon!