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 plumber's crack. Makes me want to grab her and delve a tongue deep in there!

(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! Ewwww gross!

In short, I really do not want to be sporting a bulge when out en femme!!!

• Only two items cost more than $100: my XOXO leopard coat ($114) and my Steve Madden high heel peep toe pumps ($145).
• 95% of the items cost less than $30. Now you know that I am an anal retentive, geeky, cheapskate T girl!
• I have spent almost three grand on these items. the actual amount is definitely more, since I don't keep track of the cost of every item. (Shock! Disbelief!)
• I bought 84 things on eBay.
• You may know this already: I have 59 pais of pumps, 34 pairs of sandals, 19 pairs of boots, plus 20 pairs of sandals, mules, slides, etc., 132 pairs of shoes in all!
• All in all, I have 455 items, in 38 boxes, spread out in nine places in the house. You probably think I must live in Buckingham Palace to keep all that a secret from the wife!!!

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 tight jeans. 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!"

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!!!"

"nicole asahi is a gorgeous asian lady who is showing off her pedestals in texas"

"nicole asahi is among us"

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 morning. 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 interested.

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 being 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, prolonged, conversation. 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 imagination!

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, passed by. 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, the "Lalo" pumps, in flat black leather. 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!

(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.

	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. Sex-ehhhhhh!
	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.

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!) claimed that 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 "Sorry, but 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 love love 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!

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!

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.

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!

Finally, 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!

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 last-minute trips?

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 am there. 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. Rats!

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 of beauty! 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 number. Then he looked it up and said: "Ummm... Your flight has been canceled. Please go over to the ticker counter to book a new flight." 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!

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 store. 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. How thoughtful! 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 Aldo Shoes. 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!!!