Dec 16, 2006
The wife went on one of the holiday shopping expedition to a nearby town,
so, with errands to run and shopping to do of my own,
I decided to do it in the most enjoyable manner i.e. en femme!
That meant going out dressed to stop traffic but not quite
to the point of causing accidents:
a blue wool bouclé skirt suit with its
tight short sexy skirt and
tight jacket stretched across 36C breasts,
nude Calvin Klein pantyhose, and
white 4 1/2" heel boots with net shaft.
I went with my white patent purse/bag, to match my boots.
(Not that it's that big a deal.
99% of men looking at me wouldn't be going:
"Her purse doesn't match her boots!"
but more like
"Gimme a piece of that!"
First stop is
Fry's, an electronic "emporium" seelling everything from zip ties
to motherboards to iPods to washing machines to DVD's and espressos!
You may remember that I
love to go there to flirt with the staff,
a lot of whom are computer geeks.
I love to flirst with them 'cause they make such willing audience!
It's a win-win situation: I have fun showing off and being sexy,
and they get to ogle and flirt with a cute sexy tall leggy Asian model-like beauty.
Before leaving Fry's, I had my obligatory visit to the ladies room,
where I did my obligatory fingering of my cock after peeing,
while people come and go outside.
(I guess that makes me just a little more of sicko than you, dear reader,
reading about a man dressed as a woman masturbating in a stall in the ladies room.
After a couple of stops at the UPS Store
and at a supermarket next door to it,
I stopped into a
TJMaxx to look for some (more) funky hosiery.
A hottie in tight low rise jeans was also
checking out the hosiery rack.
She squatted down as if to look at stuff on the lower shelves.
As she did so, her jeans rode down in the back
and up popped the waistband of her low-rise thong panty,
which was appropriately "pussy pink" in color!
The waistband of her jeans got pulled down so low
I got treated to the female version of the "plumber's crack"!
Hers is nice and smooth and pink and curvaceous, not fat and hairy like a real
Makes me want to grab her and delve a tongue deep in there!
Outing in Red Pencil Skirt!
Oct 25, 2006
My wife had gone to work really early and
I had a few moments to spare,
so what to do but a couple of quick photo shoots?
And as long I'm all dolled up, why not go out en femme too?!
I wore a
skin-tight black wide V neck top,
red red red and tight tight tight pencil skirt,
black fence net stockings,
and black patent sling-back spike-heel pumps.
(The skirt used to belong to my wife.
She no longer fits into it, so she was going to donate it to an Austin charity.
She put it in a garbage bag along with other stuff and
put it out by the curb for them to pick up.
I looked through the stuff before it was picked up and saw the skirt
(along with its twin, in black) and had to "save" it and keep it for myself!)
Since I was in the mood to make a scene
(what's the point of looking all sexy if not to make a scene?),
I went with
my C cup silicone falsies,
for that little bit extra projection.
(I normally wear B cup breastforms.)
With my extra-va-va-voom tits comfortably nestling in a front-close black lace bra,
I started feeling positively frisky!
To paraphrase Jim Carey's character in "The Mask",
"Somebody, ssssssss-stop me!"
I wanted to test to see whether people who are familiar with my male self
would recognize me when I'm in Nicole guise.
I went to the Starbucks where I get my espresso every morning.
They know my name there;
I know most of the people who work there by name as well.
They know me so well and know what I drink, I normally don't even need to say a word:
I just walk in, pay, they see me and make my drink, and pick I up my drink!
Also, I know that during "rush hour" in the morning,
there are several groups of regulars who lounge about the place chatting and drinking coffee.
They all know me by sight quite well, also.
So, taking care to park my car a little bit of a way away
(just in case someone might recognize it),
I walked to the Starbucks, past an Ann Taylor store's windows.
You know me and windows by now:
I just love to meander about in front of them,
enjoying the reflection of my sexy self!
The Starbucks has a big front window too.
Everybody inside has a grand view of everybody coming into the place.
This morning, they got a special treat when I came in!
I made sure to put
a little extra sashay in my walk,
a little extra sway in my hip,
a little extra point of the feet in my walk,
a little extra flirtiness in tossing my hair.
Honey, I was workin' it!
I was showin' off so much,
I half expected the place to burst out in applause when I walked in!
The regulars (99% men) were suitably stirred!
Some shifted their position to get a better view.
Some craned their neck.
Some smiled at me.
The women in the place checked me out intently.
Nobody ran away screaming "That's a man!" so I guess I passed pretty well!
I ordered my triple tall Cafe Americano
(three shots of espresso plus hot water in "tall" (i.e. "small"!) cup).
It's what I always ordered.
I wanted to give yet another hint of my real identity.
None of the Starbucks people showed any reaction.
When the cashier girl asked me my name (to identify my drink for pick-up later),
I almost gave her my male name!
I caught myself in time and said "Nicole!",
sounding as if I was on a quiz show and just stumbled on the answer to a difficult question!
That didn't arouse any suspiscion either.
Damn I'm good!
After that, I went on my way to TJMaxx to hunt for hosiery.
I also took the opportunity to browse their shoes rack.
I tried on a pair of red patent high heel "babydoll" pumps.
While I was doing this, a girl wearing
tight low rise pants, tight fitting blouse and killer spike heels,
stated to mill about nearby.
Judging by her heels, I'd say she has a shoe fetish like me!
Or maybe she just likes girls, especially one who smells as sexy as I did!
(I had practically bathed in "Lauren" by Ralph Lauren!)
We cruised each other for a while, flirting and doing things
like checking out the same pair of shoes,
squeezing past each other in the narrow aisle,
reaching across each other for a seemingly suddenly delectable pair of shoes that's
just over there, while smiling and saying "Excuse me!"
After a while, she left, and I, now needing some major relief after all that
deliciously arousing flirting, headed to the ladies room.
The ladies room is across the hall from the workers' break room.
A bunch of store workers were sitting in there chatting.
I kinda paused in front of the door, pretending to look for something in my purse,
just to give everybody enough time to look up and check me out.
I peeked sideways at them and smiled shyly before heading into the ladies room.
I kinda like these little trips into the ladies room.
I don't know, it's probably because it's one of the "milestones" of being a "real woman",
right up there with a big handsome hunk throwing me over the back of an armchair
and giving me a measure of his manhood!
I hiked up my skirt, pulled down my panty and pantyhose,
and lingered a bit, touching myself, enjoying the slippery feel of pre-cum.
I stopped just before things got messy (and probably noisy!).
It's so tempting to leave a souvenir dripping down the wall!
My Fav "Boyshorts" Panty
Dec 08, 2006
I didn't mention this in the comments in
the Tight Skirt and Boots
album, but I made the pink boy-shorts
that I wore in those photos.
It's my "tucking panty" of choice right now. I
made it out of swimsuit Lycra, with a full nude colored lining.
layering gives it enough strength to "hold everything in". I like to
wear it under tight skirts or pants (such as the tight black pencil
skirt in that album), because it gives such a smooth and flat
appearance "down there".
I especially like to wear it when I go out en femme,
since it does such
a good job of keeping "everything" under control, even when I get aroused.
For 99% of people, the sight of a girl with a bulge in her skirt would induce vomitting,
same as a girl speaking with a man's voice.
The remaining 1% would want to hop into the sack with such a girl.
They are perverts.
Like me. )
In short, I really do not
want to be sporting a bulge when out en femme!!!
Too Much Stuff!
Nov 15, 2006
I keep a list of all the femme things I have, mostly so I know what I have and where they are.
I also keep other info for each item like, where & when I got it, how much it costs,
its size, etc.
OK, OK, you should know by now how anal retentive I am!
Oh wait, does being "anal retentive" means one has an extra-tight ass and therefore is
a great fuck?
And as you should also know, I am a bit of a geek
(that's like saying RuPaul is a bit of a drag queen!).
I recently put all the items' information into a database.
Here are a few fun facts resulting from querying that database:
Sep 06, 2006
We visited Portland, OR over the Labor Day weekend.
(It's a great city, by the way;
go visit if you have the chance.)
We were having breakfast at a great French café,
on 23 rd Ave. and NW Thurman St.
Since the weather was super-nice, we sat at an outside table.
A Kermit-green Lamborghini Gallardo
came rumbling by, closely
followed by a Ferrari 355 Spider, bright red of course.
The Ferrari had its top down.
A beautiful blonde drove it.
She wore a red silk blouse and red lipstick matching the car's color.
The Lambo drove up the street, made a three-point U-turn and came back to park
at the corner across from the café.
Out stepped a good looking muscular man, in a tight black T shirt and
The girl in the Ferrari also attempted to make a three-point U-turn.
Somehow she could not get it into reverse and had to call the guy over to help.
She finally got it turned around and parked behind the Lambo.
Some in our party wondered how she manage to drive the Ferrari,
with its manual transmission and gated shifter,
in those heels.
I thought to myself, "Nothing to it, I do it all the time!"
"I Can't Swim, Dave!"
Aug 18, 2006
Dave walks into a bar and sees John sitting at the end of the bar
counter with a great big smile on his face.
Dave says "John what are you so happy for?"
"Well Dave, I gotta tell ya... Yesterday I was out waxin' my boat,
just waxin'my boat, and a redhead came up to me... tits out to here,
Dave, tits out to here!
"She says 'Can I have a ride in your boat?' I said 'Sure you can
have a ride in my boat.' So I took her way out, Dave. I turned off
the motor and I said 'Its either screw or swim!'
She couldn't swim, Dave, she couldn't swim!!."
The next day Dave walks into a bar and sees John sitting at the end
of the bar counter with a bigger smile on his face.
Dave says "What are you so happy about today John?"
"Well Dave... I gotta tell ya... Yesterday I was out waxin' my boat,
just waxin'my boat and a BEAUTIFUL blond came up to me... tits out
to here, Dave, tits out to here! She said 'Can I have a ride in your
boat?' 'Sure you can have a ride in my boat.' So I took her way out,
Dave, way out much further than the last one. I turned off the motor
and I said 'It's either screw or swim!' She couldn't swim!!
Dave, she couldn't swim!!!!"
A couple days pass and Dave walks into a bar and sees John down
there crying over a beer.
Dave says "John, what are you so sad for?"
"Well Dave, I gotta tell ya.... Yesterday I was out waxin' my boat,
just waxin' my boat, and the most desirable brunette came up to
me... tits WAY out to here, Dave, tits WAY out to here. I had
more wood than my boat does. She says 'Can I have a ride in your
boat?' 'Sure you can have a ride in my boat.' So I took her way out,
Dave, way WAY out... much further than the last two. I turned off
the motor, and looked at her tits and said 'Its either screw or swim!!'
"Then, she pulled down her pants....
"She had a dick, Dave !!!
"She had a great BIG THICK 10" COCK!!! .....
".... Dave, ..... I CAN'T SWIM!!!"
Aug 07, 2006
tells you what the world thinks of/about
any given subject.
For fun, I typed in "nicole asahi" and got:
"nicole asahi is a gorgeous asian lady who is showing off her pedestals in texas"
A long-time admirer was coming to town and had offered
to do an outdoor photo shoot.
I mulled the idea over and thought, "What the heck?"
and said yes. Following is our accounts of that day.
I chose a skirt suit that I had made recently.
It's closely fitted, showing off my svelte shape.
It's of gray stretchy crinkly denim, with black lace trim at the skirt's hem and sleeves' hem.
To guarantee drawing power, I wore a black lace garter belt
with shiny nude stockings with black back seam and full fashioned heel.
Black spike heeled sling-back high heeled pumps
completed the outfit.
We had arranged to meet in the lobby of his hotel early in the
I showed up early, so I'd have a bit of time to "compose" myself
before the rendez-vous.
I settled down to wait, relaxing in an armchair in the lobby.
Nearby there was a rather butch-looking (but very cute!) girl
working on a laptop. She wore a tight white shirt, showing off her
toned biceps, with nice tight tan pants (I think they were those
sexy Victoria's Secret "Christie" pants) and flats.
I kept hoping to catch her eyeing me, but I don't think she was too
As an advanced amateur photographer, I had arranged with the lovely
Nicole to do an outdoor photo shoot in Austin's Arboretum area. I
wanted to do this for all you, her fans and admirers, to enjoy.
We were to meet in the lobby of my hotel at 9:15 AM. Well, here was
my first mistake, was
5 minutes late. Guys, you don't do this to a
young lady! Anyhow, I walked into the lobby and saw this beautiful
lady sitting there so proper and lady like. I managed to "sputter,"
Nicole? Stupid, who else would it be. We shook hands went to the
hotel coffee shop to get to know each other. To my disappointment,
there was hardly anyone to admire the lady I was with.
At fifteen minutes past the rendez-vous time, R. showed up.
As it turned out, he had been waiting in an upstairs lounge that had
a view of a part of the lobby. Unfortunately for us, I did not
venture into that part of the lobby so we both ended up sitting
waiting for the other only about few yards apart!
We said hello, then went to have a cup of coffee in the hotel's restaurant.
We chatted for a little while, getting to know each other.
R. said that he was very impressed by how passable I am.
I was struggling a little bit with using my femme voice.
It was the first time that I had used my femme voice for a real,
Prior to then, I had only spoken a few words at a time, ordering an
espresso, buying stuff at the supermarket, etc.
I think even though my voice came out in a rather weird femme-ish monotone,
it wasn't too bad.
R. wasn't wincing when I spoke, so I guess it's OK!
It was a little tough at first.
It became easier the more I did it.
Practice, practice, practice!
Before long, we headed off to The Arboretum.
It's an outdoor mall and has some very nice landscaping.
We did an outdoor photo shoot.
R. patiently shot me in various poses and locations.
I think we attracted a little bit of attention, but not any more than
a photographer and his model would have.
At opportune moments, I would sneak in an ultra-sexy poses,
showing stocking tops (and more)!
That was such a turn-on!
From there, we started the photo shoot in the parking lot of
Nicole getting into her car for the trip over to the Aboretum area.
This area is a beautiful landscaped upscale shopping area. Being
mid morning, not too many people were out and about, darn. However,
it did make outdoor photography a little easier. We started off with
just some basic standing poses with different outdoor shopping area
backgrounds. Then the shots progressed to a bit more daring poses,
ie, showing stocking tops and some panty exposure. These also showed
off her "second" best assets, her legs. (Now, Nicole and I disagree
some on this. She thinks here legs are number one. I think her
derriere is number one.) Only Nicole can tell you if anyone saw
the great view I had, as my back would have been to any admirers :)
Outside, we did encounter a few mothers and their small children
and a young couple with small children. They were all very polite
and respected our photo shoot. I felt we could not have them appear
in any photos. However, I did catch a couple hugging behind Nicole
and fired off a shot real quick to capture them and Nicole in the
frame. As you will see in the photo, their faces had to be blurred
to protect the innocent:)
We also ducked into the Renaissance Hotel, which backs onto the
Arboretum, for a few indoor exhibitionistic shots. One shot had me
perched on on armchair, skirt hiked way up.
Just as we finished the shot, somebody came into the vicinity!
He would have had an eyeful!!!
We proceeded into the Aboretum Hotel/Convention area for a few
inside shots. Things were going fine and daring when I noticed
a man walking our way. I should have just kept quiet to see what
he would have done. He saw me photographing, however, could not
see Nicole being daring:) Darn, I sure hope some security cameras
caught her! Outside, there was a swimming pool. I asked Nicole if
she brought her bikini. She just laughed. At about this point,
we had a group of three men pass us. They most likely did not
stare as I was with her. I did not turn around after they passed
to see if they turned to look back at her. I hope they did! As
for what she was wearing, I'd better let here explain, MEN! I do
know that she made her own suit. Also, guys, remember when you are
walking with a lady in high heels, take it a little slower. Plus,
Nicole had to make other "no bulge" adjustments.
The plan was to also stop into the Barnes & Noble and hang out
for a while. R. wanted to see firsthand other people's reaction
to Nicole. But it was getting to hot and humid, so we packed it in
and retire back to his hotel. We had encountered many people during
the shoot already anyway, and I think R. has probably gotten a
reasonable the kind of reaction I get from people.
After the outdoor shoot, we proceeded back to my motel room for
a few more risque photos. I really hope all of Nicole's fans will
enjoy our very enjoyable effort to produce a great set of photos
for your viewing pleasure.
Back in his room, we did an indoor photo shoot where I got even more
risqué. What followed? Well, I'll leave that to your
Outing to Nordstrom
Jun 20, 2006
I hooked up with a local African American girl via hotornot.com.
She saw my pic on there
and clicked "Yes, I want to meet this person".
We exchanged pics and chatted on Yahoo!Messenger.
One thing led to another, and we made a "date" to meet and have a coffee
and maybe go shopping together.
We agreed to meet up at Nordstrom in a local mall, at one of the store's entrances.
On the appointed date, I dressed up in a business-like outfit
of linen miniskirt, pink blouse, white fence net stockings over nude pantyhose,
and white high heel sling back pumps.
It was basically this outfit:
but with different shoes, and without the jacket, as it was in the mid-90°s
(about 35° C) and very humid.
I love Texas weather! Not!
I got there early, right around 10 a.m.
The stores in the mall were just openning up.
I went to mall's ladies room.
It was newly remodeled and quite swank.
It was at the end of a long corridor,
along which there were a couple of security cameras.
You guessed it:
I paused under one camera and,
looking back and forth,
pretending not to notice the camera,
hiked up my skirt and adjusted my stockings.
I made sure to stand in a couple of different positions so as to give a good show
of my legs and heels as well as of my pantyhosed butt.
After that, I sauntered over to the meeting point.
I waited at the entrance between two sets of glass doors.
As I was standing there,
a man's voice
behind me said:
"I just wanted to tell you that I love your hose!"
I turned to see a rather, er..., homely and portly, gent poking his head out
at the inner glass door, smiling broadly.
I smiled and said "Thanks!" as sweetly as I could muster.
A bit later,
a woman lady walked in past me, then stopped, turned back, smiled
and said to me:
"I thought you were a mannequin until you move your head!"
OK, I will take that as a compliment!
I waited for my rendez-vous for 25 minutes.
Finally, I decided that she was probably not going to make it,
I went back into Nordstrom's and went to the ladies' room.
I love the bathroom at Nordstrom; they're so nice and clean!
Once the call of nature has been addressed,
I headed for Nordstrom's shoes department.
I had a great time trying on shoes at the shoes sale rack.
I tried on a couple of very sexy cork wedge heeled peep-toe sling-back sandals.
Wedge heels seem to be the "in" things theses days.
A couple of young women were nearby, with a cute young girl,
maybe about ten or eleven.
She had the most beautiful blond hair and the most delectable tanned complexion.
She was very impressed with my white fencenet hose.
She kept staring discreetly at my legs and feet as I was trying on shoes.
I obliged and pretended to take my time admiring the shoes on my feet,
so as to give her a long feet & legs show!
As I browsed the hosiery on-sale table,
a mother with two young sons, about 4-5 years old,
Both kids were mesmerized by my fencenet stockings!
Kids that age are usually totally devoid of self-consiousness, and
these two were no different.
They had no compunction with stopping and staring at my legs for a long, long time!
As the mother moved on, one of them followed, but the other remained motionless.
I noticed him around that time.
As I looked over at him and smiled, his mother called out from a few yards away:
"He likes your hose!"
I bought a few pairs of pantyhose on sale: on pair of crocheted black pantythose,
one pair of pink pantyhose with big woven net pattern,
one pair of black pantyhose with shadow pinstripes,
and one pair of black floral lace pantyhose.
I went to Nordstrom's coffee shop to get a Cafe Americano
(basically a couple of espresso shots, "cut" with hot water).
Yet another young boy became fascinated with my stockings.
He pointed at my legs and said
something to his mom.
I singlehandedly started several life-long hosiery fetishes today
After that, I went out into the mall and hit the stores.
First up was Bebe.
The clothes were so sexy and pretty, and not too outrageously expensive.
Three beautiful and sexy salesgirls cheerfully greeted and offered help.
I just smiled and said I was just browsing.
Then I visited the Steve Madden store.
I have always wanted to browse the women's shoes there.
They all have this come-do-me air about them.
I asked to try on a pair of
black high heeled platform peep-toe pumps,
There were several floor-to-ceiling mirrors in the store.
My hot pink panty would be visible too many if I so much as part my thighs.
I picked a seat facing the back of the store, being careful to modestly
keep my knees together as I try on the pumps.
I made sure only the salesgirl helping get a nice show up my skirt, not everybody else in the store!
I loved the pumps so I decided to buy them. One hundred and forty smackeroos!
Ouch! Oh well, I'm worth it, I told myself!
Jun 16, 2006
hilarious supposed Matercard ad:
"Dad sez 'Give him a blowjob already, or I will do it, or he will come down and do it himself,
but for Gawd's sake, take your elbow off of the intercom button!'"
"Where That Lady Is Standing..."
Jun 12, 2006
I recently went out in this outfit:
(I love wearing midriff-baring tops, as well as
low-rise pants and skirts that show off my hip bones.
I think that's so sexy!)
As I was standing there pondering which kind of coffee
beans to get, the "Indonesian Fair Trade"
or the "Peruvian Fair Trade", I heard a man's voice behind me saying:
"...or we can
go with that over there, where that lady is standing..."
It took me a couple of seconds to realize that the "lady" in question was me!!
I turned to see a middle aged couple just behind me.
The woman asked me: "Have you tried those beans?"
"No, I have not." I lied, 'cause I didn't want to get into a lengthy discussion
about the beans and risk being read.
May 30, 2006
Fun fact: Bugsy Siegel named his casino "The Flamingo" after the long legs of his showgirl girlfriend.
Maybe I should adopt that nickname. "Flamingo Asahi"! I like the sound of that!!
Outing in Sexy Fur-Lined Boots!
Jan 14, 2006
My S.O. went shopping with my first cousin and my second cousin
so I was unexpectedly home alone on a Saturday.
En femme outing!!! Yay!!!
I picked a
white quilted jacket with sweater-like knit sleeves and collar.
I unzipped the two-way zipper in front quite a way up to show off my abs.
A blue-and-white scarf added a needed bit of jauntiness.
A white low-rise miniskort further shows off more of my abs,
and the sexy curve where my back melds into my butt!
I wore the skort
low enough to reveal a couple of inches of my hip bones.
I donned my new wedge heel boots
(wedge heels seem to be all the rage nowadays...),
white with fur-trimmed top.
(I got them on eBay.)
I went with white Anne Klein pantyhose and
added white fencenet stockings, just in case my short skort does not
stop enough traffic!
Underneath, I wore a pink lacy bra and
hot pink boy shorts panty.
I know I'm gettin' old 'cause I always forget something when I leave the house
on these en femme trips.
This time was no exception:
I forgot to do my hair up a bit with hairspray.
So my first stop was a supermarket, Randall's on RM 2222, for some hairspray.
(Down here in Texas, many local roads are named "FM 1234" or "RM 5678"
or "RR 6789".
"FM" stands for "Farm to Market" and "RM" stands for "Ranch to Market"
and "RR" stands for "Ranch Road".
Those names must be holdovers from ages past...)
On the way in to the supermarket, a father with two young sons in tow were on their way out.
The kids were going "Dad" this and "Dad" that.
Unfortunately for them, Dad was completely distracted because
he had spotted me.
I almost had to help him scoop his eyeballs back into their sockets.
I don't think he heard a word they said!
I bought a purse-sized hairspray, did my hair in the car,
and then walked to a nearby Starbucks.
A guy and his girlfriend were entering the Starbucks just ahead of me.
Dude saw me approaching so
he hung back and held the door and waited for quite a while for me!
His girlfriend was in front of him so she probably
did not notice this.
It was a good thing too 'cause she looks like she's a bodybuilder.
She can probably kick my ass and have her way with me.
Oh wait, maybe that's a good thing!
I ordered a "triple tall Cafe Americano" without incidents:
my femme voice is getting much better!
I always enjoy the wait when buying an espresso-based drink at Starbucks.
The wait gives me an opportunity to preen and pose for a captive audience!
The audience this time included aforementioned gallant gentleman and
his girlfriend, a handful of tycoon-to-be types working deals at various tables,
and a young couple with their assorted lil' uns.
I like to stand right up front, with everybody behind me.
That way, everybody has
a good and clear view of me!
It was a good show this time, what with my fence net stockings, boots,
and low-slung miniskort baring a good bit of my lower back.
Then it was on to a "gourmet" supermarket (H.E.B. Central Market on Lamar Blvd.)
for the weekly grocery shopping.
In the veggies section,
I had a "moment" with a girl who was with her boyfriend.
I saw her checking me out in the most interested manner!
We were both inspecting the cucumbers a little bit too salaciously!
Fantasies of juicy threesomes filled my heads.
Both of them .
A GG friend of mine (hi Naomi!)
all women are turned on by pretty, sexy women.
Maybe she's right...
Further on, near the thirty-something varieties of apples (no kidding!),
a woman stopped me and said
"I love your stockings! Where did you get it?"
I smiled and said "I got 'em on-line."
She looked a little disappointed,
probably because I did not reveal my "secret" of where I got them!
Near the yogurt,
two little girls shopping with their Dad eyed my stockings and whispered to each other:
"Those are cool!"
No, no, young ladies, you are cool for noticing them!
At the butcher counter, I got a number and milled about waiting for my
number to be called: another chance to put on a show!
After I got some chicken,
the man helping me asked if I wanted anything else.
He looked crestfallen when I said no.
He said: "It's not often that I get to serve a pretty girl!"
I just smiled as sweetly as I could manage, thinking
you should get a number,
brings lots of money, and wait in line if you wanna serve me!"
After putting the grocery back in the car,
I strolled down to the bookstore.
Yes, there were glass storefronts along the way!
I just love lovelove strolling by,
pausing here and there,
pretending to window shop while
enjoying my sexy reflection in the glass!
In the bookstore, I picked out a couple of the trendy women fashion mags
and settled down in an armchair that's in an open area.
I crossed my legs and made sure my skort rode up and
showed my stockings' top.
I lazed about for a good long time,
keeping half an eye on people's reaction as they passed.
That was fun!
Apr 13, 2006
My company was shut down between Xmas and New Year so I was home alone for
What else to do but to go out en femme??
My outfit consisted of tight black top showing off my toned midriff,
the ole faithful stand-by black leather mini,
and black spike heel pointy toe "slut boots".
To top if off ("bottom it out"?),
I added black fishnet pantyhose and hot pink boy shorts panty.
(You may have noticed that I had no outwear:
even though it was December, the weather was extremely pleasant,
in the 50's.
This is Texas, afterall!)
After a brief stop at Fry's
to torment the geeks (oh wait, I'm a geekette; I shouldn't do that!),
I stopped in to
Linen 'N Things for some hangers.
I asked where hangers were, and the helpful store guy volunteered to show me.
He was off at a trot; I had to almost run to keep up!
Guys, slow down when you're walking with a woman in 4" heels!
Next door was a shoes store, so I stopped in to browse.
I cruised the aisles of shoes for a while.
I picked out three pairs to try on: two pairs of high heel pumps and
one pair of high heel boots.
I picked a bench that was at the end of one aisle
to settle down and try on the shoes.
It didn't take long for
a (male) employee
to notice how
my skirt rode up when I sit down and how
my thighs spread ever so invitingly as I bend down to put on the shoes.
Immediately, he started to tidy up at the other end of the aisle,
getting down on his knees to gather up shoe boxes.
It took him forever to gather like, three boxes
Of course, I made no effort to dissuade him from peeking up my skirt.
After a while, I got tired of letting him peek up my skirt and
of pretending to unwittingly strike ultra-sexy poses
as I checked out the shoes on my feet in the mirror,
so I settled on a pair of black sling back high heel pumps
with sexy open lattice work vamp.
I think I saw a tear in the guy's eyes when I finally left the store!
Shoppin' The Post-Xmas Sales!
Dec 28, 2005
The days right after Xmas the stores had
their post-Xmas sales,
so I decided to avail myself to some of those sales,
as Nicole, of course.
I picked my tried-and-trued blue skirt suit with low-cut jacket and
AS the morning was slightly cool, I donned
white fur trimmed boots high wedge heel.
As the weather had been on the warm side, I also brought
my white Chinese Laundry high heel pumps, just in case.
Then the first order of business was to get gas.
Things were working out quite nicely:
two cute guys were sitting in a pick-up truck at an adjacent pump.
They just got done fueling, but then just sat there in their truck
when they saw me got out of my car.
Now they were in no hurry to move on!
They just sat there
oggling my legs as I tried my best to be sexy as I can be putting gas in my car!
Next it was to the car wash.
As the day was getting hot,
I changed into the high heel pumps.
The car wash attendants sure got eyefuls of my legs when I got out of the car.
I could feel a wave of awe (I'm so conceited!)
spread through the place as I strode in to the cashier to pay.
Everybody just kinda barely perceptibly paused whatever they
were doing and looked.
And of course, rather than waiting in the waiting area,
which looks out to the courtyard where the just-washed cars were being hand-dried,
I waited outside in front of the waiting area,
so everybody in the waiting area can admire my legs and heels too!
Then I stopped by Hobby Lobby to look for some earring pads.
(I still don't have pierced ears!)
There were an area where a bunch of full length mirrors were on display,
so I had to pause and
admired myself in the mirrors!
A cute babe started milling nearby so I flirted with her a little bit.
She was a bit on the short and plump side, but her bod was full of curves,
which I just love!!
I love full-figured curvy women!!!
I pretended to not see her and
hiked up my skirt quite a way, pretending to adjust my hose.
Then I caught her eyes and acted a little embarassed
and hightailed outta there!
Next stop was Ross Dress For Less.
I picked out a bunch of sexy lingerie and went
to try them on in the ladies' dressing room.
It was kinda sexy to be in a stall
while other women were in adjacent stalls trying on stuff.
OK, so I'm a pervert.
Like that's a surprise!
Then I went downtown to Capitol,
hoping to wander around a bit, like a tourist.
Unfortunately, parking is no longer allowed on the Capitol's ground,
I guess because of Sep 11.
I would have had to park a few blocks away and walk.
Given the unseasonably warm weather
(it was in already the 80's; it's Texas afterall!),
I decided to pass on that, 'cause I didn't want to be all hot and sweaty
by the time I got to the Capitol!
I stopped off at a H.E.B. Central Market,
a "foodie" supermarket.
I practiced my femme voice, speaking
more than a few words buying meat and then deli stuff.
As I waited for my turn at the deli counter,
I decided to be a little naughty again and
slipped a foot out of my pump and wiggled and flexed my toes:
a young boy seemed to really enjoy my foot show.
There's one little boy with a developing foot fetish!
As I passed by the "prepared food" counter,
a cute guy behind the counter were eyeing me pretty hard
(probably "hard" in more ways than one!).
Of course, I returned his admiring gaze and
smiled at him sweetly.
Mar 10, 2006
I recently saw "Ocean's Twelve" on HBO.
I'm glad I didn't spend the bucks to see it in the theatre!
The one thing that saved the movie for me is Catherine Zeta-Jones.
She spends all of the movie strutting about in various
tight pencil skirts,
tight jackets fitted to her curvy bod,
killer 4" spike heel pumps,
and shiny & sexy hosiery.
She plays a detective, with "EuroPol", I think,
on the trail of Brad Pitt's heist-meister character.
It's a wonder there's any crime at all with a cop looking like her on the job!
Criminals everywhere would willingly line up
to subject themselves to her interrogation!
Jolly Ole Blighty...
Feb 05, 2006
I was sent off to Jolly Ole England on a last-minute business trip.
Normally, I like going on biz trips 'cause I usually
get to dress up and maybe even go out en femme.
Sometimes it's a bit stressful going
out en femme in a strange town, but it's also comforting to know
that I won't bump into someone I know who might
OTOH, I hate these last-minute trips 'cause I don't
have time to plan anything: what to bring, what to wear, where to
go, whom to see, ...
I usually hate it when a total stranger just emails saying "I'll be in your
town [tomorrow, next week, whatever], can we meet?",
so I hate to do the same to others.
I usually prefer to strike up a contact or renew an old contact and have a conversation going
and see if things click before broaching the subject
of meeting or doing some together. Going on a last-minute trip
doesn't give me time to do that. Did I mention I hate going on
My friend JoAnn Rogers did her best, introducing me to her London T girl contacts.
As expected, there wasn't much interest.
I wrote to a few people in the area that I had contacts with before,
main through tvchix.com.
I also tried Google-ing for T venues in the London area.
They all happen towards the weekend, not earlier in the week, when I
I did get a spark of interest (OK, it was more like a bonfire!
) from a
London-based photographer who has done much T girl photography.
He gave me his phone number to contact him.
As a bonus, his tvchix.com profile
shows him to be rather... well-equipped!
I was planning to get away after I am done on Tuesday to go to London
and spend a night being Nicole.
I had found a hotel called The Philbeach Hotel,
apparently a gay and T girls hang-out.
It has a bar and a Thai restaurant (run by a couple of Thai ladyboys,
according to the tvchix.com photog),
so if I get a room there,
I'd have a couple of places to hang out without
having to brave the near freezing weather.
As it turned out, it was all work and no play.
The Tuesday meetings ran late and I was
dead tired, so I had to scrap that plan.
Well, anyway, this trip is to the Suffolk area. Yahoo Weather sez
it's gonna be in the low- to mid-30s at night and low 40s during
the day. Brrr! Oh well, it's just as well that I can't/don't have
any plans for en femme outings!
I did bring a simple outfit (blouse, mini, high heels,
make-up, and earrings) so at least I can have some fun
dressing up in my hotel room.
I was resigned to just playing "Nicole" in the hotel, which by the way
was a crummy Holiday Inn.
To give you an idea of what a garden spot
the town is (not!), this Holiday Inn actually appears to be a
gathering place of sorts for the local "young and beautiful" set.
I think the Holiday Inn being the "hot spot"
does not speak well for the town!
On the first night I was there, a Monday night, we got back to
the hotel late after a group dinner. It was about 11 pm. To my
surprise, there were still about a couple dozens people still
hanging out in the "lounge". I guess I was surprised because
I had been told that this is a town of some 130,000, and I
wasn't exactly expecting any kind of vibrancy to its night life.
On Tuesday night, a disco took place in what is usually the
hotel's dining room. The place was crawling with hot boys and
girls! I would have gotten into my Nicole disguise and join
that fray in a flash, but a couple of my colleagues also roomed
in the same hotel, so I couldn't risk doing that and being seen.
Furthermore, I had forgotten my powder (it's a make-up thingy, guys!),
so I couldn't
have properly prettied up and be up to the usual "Nicole" standard
I had even stop by Nordstrom on the way to the airport
and bought a pair of yummily silky Hue lace-top stockings, so
I would have been nice and "accessible" should a local boy happen
to want to get close and comfortable!
Instead, I had to resign myself to just semi-dressing up in my
room and watch tranny video clips on my lap top and humping the
pillow. At least that was fun!
On my flight back from Heathrow, I had a close encounter:
I almost had my bag searched and my femme stuff discovered!
As I was sauntering towards the American Airlines check-in desk, I was called
aside to have my luggage hand-searched.
This differs from the U.S. in that in the U.S., checked
luggage are X-rayed and then randomly hand searched, but I only
have to drop off the luggage to be X-rayed, not be there when
it's searched, so it doesn't matter if I have femme stuff in my checked luggage.
As I mentally put myself into the "I wear women's clothes,
so what?" frame of mind, the security guy asked for my flight's
Then he looked it up and said: "Ummm... Your flight has
been canceled. Please go over to the ticker counter to book a
I practically grabbed my bag and ran over to the ticket counter!
I'd never before reacted so joyfully to the news
of my flight being canceled!
The Verdict is in: I am "Absolutely Stunning!"
Nov 14, 2005
So the weather finally turned cool today (for Texas in November anyway!),
and my boss is away,
and I had to stay home to accept a delivery, so
I decided to have some "Nicole" time.
I just felt like going out dressed like a rich society lady and.
I wasn't planning on doing a photo shoot
as I usually do any time I put the effort into makin' myself up all pretty.
I just want to be Nicole without the pressure or obligation
of doing a photo shoot.
Nowadays, sometimes photo shoots just seem like, well, work;
they feel like work
that I have to do, not the enjoyable events they always were.
(And you thought it's all fun and games being "Nicole"!)
I decided on my self-tailored
Emanuel Ungaro skirt suit.
I wanted to be a bit on the edgy side, so I wore black stay-up stockings with back seam
and Cuban heel, with lace-trimmed satin "boy shorts" panty.
Frederick's of Hollywood black patent sling back pumps with 5" heel
continued the racy theme.
The first stop was, you guessed it, Starbucks!
I parked the car
some way away from the Starbucks, so I can walk to it,
past the glass store front windows admiring the reflection of my shapely sexy legs!
Inside the Starbucks, a
guy at table working on laptop eyed my legs hungrily as I passed by.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
Oh, by the way,
the Starbucks card is a great innovation for a T girl:
no more fumbling with cash and change in the unfamiliar interior of one's purse!
My next stop was Lakeline Mall, a relatively new (and huge!) mall.
I parked near Dillard's (a Macy's-like mid- to high-end department store)
and entered through its menswear department.
A gentleman working in that department
said "Good morning!" to me as I walked by.
I smiled sweetly and murmured "Good morning" back.
This mall has a
Frederick's of Hollywood
I wandered through the mall and ended up there next.
The girl working there was really cute in a Rubenesque way.
I don't know why but lately I'm into fuller-figured women ,
the type with big beautiful curves.
(Any Austinite BBW's wanna party?
Drop me a line!)
She wore a skin-tight black top that's so slinky and light it looks like
she was spray painted black.
Her equally tight low-rise black pants
hugged the luscious round globes of her behind,
clearly revealing that she's wearing thong panty! Ow!!! Sex-eeeeee!!!
I lingered quite a while at the stockings rack, which is right behind the cash register.
As she seemed to be busy with something at the cash register,
I had plenty of time to drink in the delicious view of her sexy butt,
feeling myself beginning to pop out of my panty!
OK, I'm a pervert.
Like you didn't know that already!
With the imminent danger of doing a "tent pole" under my skirt,
I headed into Dillard's and
went to the ladies room.
I had to pee anyway.
Afterwards, I spent a good long time
preening myself in front of full length mirror by the door,
during which time as a few women came and went.
Nobody screamed and ran
On the way in, I noticed a nice comfy chair just outside the restrooms,
in the waiting area.
The waiting area is at the end of a long straight aisle.
People coming down the aisle would have a good view of
whoever sitting in that chair.
Well, I had to sit there,
and crossed my legs.
Given the brevity of my skirt, crossing my legs automatically makes
no secret of the fact that I'm wearing stockings!
I sat there a while pretending to check text messages on my phone,
but keenly (and gleefully!) noticing the reaction of
people coming into the waiting area to go to the restrooms,
especially the men!
I was looking for a pair of stretchy spike heel pointy-toe boots,
so I stopped by Dillard's shoes department. After browsing a while,
I asked the cute boy working in the department if I could try on a pair.
He brought two pairs half-size apart, just in case.
I seated myself and tried on the boots.
He was hovering nearby and I was pretty sure he was trying to look up my skirt
via a mirror.
I obliged and lifted and spread my thighs
a little more than a decent lady would!
Soon enough he was back to enquire about the fit.
I had the boots on and was looking at them in the mirror.
I took my time and do a few twirls and poses, ostensibly checking
out the boots, but really I was just teasing him!
I am a bad girl!
Then it was on to Foley's, another department store like Dillard's.
As I strolled by the make-up counters, a make-up counter girl called out to me:
"That's a GREAAAT suit!"
Smiles and thanks again on my part.
Maybe I should go into the tailoring business!
I went upstairs and checked out BCBG Girls dresses and skirts and tops.
I paused in front of various mirrors to enjoy how pretty I looked.
Once, I stopped and
hiked up my skirt to adjust my stocking tops.
I noticed a salesgirl loitering behind me, taking in the view!
Since I was looking for a pair of boots, I stopped in to
I've been looking forever for a pair of black high heel boots
with high needle heel, super-pointy toe,
and a tall stretchy shaft.
I actually saw a couple of likely candidates, but all the strolling was making
me all hot and sweaty (curse the Texas weather!),
so I didn't to risk staying to ask to try on the boots while dripping with sweat!
I stopped into Wet Seal and
bought 3 panties.
The shop girl wore a low cut top showing lots of cleavage.
She was practically popping out!
I had a good time fantasizing that I was standing behind her snuggling up to her butt,
cupping her soft velvety breasts in my hands,
gently tweaking her nipples,
feeling her pushing back against my hard-on, grinding and writhing...
Before I went home, I stopped into a supermarket to buy some lunch.
On the way out, an older, very fashionably dressed woman said to me as she passed by:
"Young lady, speaking as someone who works in the fashion industry:
you look absolutely stunning!
Yeaaah, you really do!"
Whoa, she made my day!!!
Replying to Emails...
Jan 11, 2006
To all the nice people who have written to me:
I'm not stuck up. Honest!
I usually read all new emails and delete or save the ones requiring no action.
I keep the ones needing a reply
in my in-box.
Before I know it, my need-replying pile of emails is huge and
has date from months back.
By that time, I'm too embarassed to reply!
I mean, what would I say? "Hi, I have finally gotten off of my skinny ass
and deign to reply to your email"?