Good news is that my wife does not mind that I go out as a woman. While discussing the matter, though, she has asked, "Aren't you afraid of being seen by the neighbors?"
Not at all. Across the street are hundreds of acres of virgin reservoir property, so my nearest neighbors are the birds, the bees and the bears. And the neighbors in their acre lots east and west of our acre lot would have a difficult time seeing me come and go because we are so treed-in.
However, I am fairly certain that on a handful of occasions, neighbors have seen me en femme as our vehicles passed each other on the main road in and out of our neighborhood. Don't know whether they figured out it was me en femme or if they thought that some female was borrowing my car.
I do believe that one female neighbor thought she figured me out. A few weeks after our vehicles passed each other while I was dressed to kill, I encountered her while we were walking our dogs. We stopped and chatted briefly, then out of the blue she said, "I see you're wearing pantyhose."
I can't recall if she said "pantyhose" or "knee-highs" or "nylons" or whatever... in any case, she was intimating that I was wearing women's hosiery even though I was in boy mode.
I looked down at my feet trying to figure out why she said that and I saw my feet in a pair of men's socks that were colored light beige. So I looked at her as if she had lobsters crawling out of her ears and said, "No, I'm wearing beige socks."
I should have asked her why she would think I'd be wearing women's hosiery, but I was so glad to have side-stepped her gotcha that I just went on my merry way.
Not at all. Across the street are hundreds of acres of virgin reservoir property, so my nearest neighbors are the birds, the bees and the bears. And the neighbors in their acre lots east and west of our acre lot would have a difficult time seeing me come and go because we are so treed-in.
However, I am fairly certain that on a handful of occasions, neighbors have seen me en femme as our vehicles passed each other on the main road in and out of our neighborhood. Don't know whether they figured out it was me en femme or if they thought that some female was borrowing my car.
I do believe that one female neighbor thought she figured me out. A few weeks after our vehicles passed each other while I was dressed to kill, I encountered her while we were walking our dogs. We stopped and chatted briefly, then out of the blue she said, "I see you're wearing pantyhose."
I can't recall if she said "pantyhose" or "knee-highs" or "nylons" or whatever... in any case, she was intimating that I was wearing women's hosiery even though I was in boy mode.
I looked down at my feet trying to figure out why she said that and I saw my feet in a pair of men's socks that were colored light beige. So I looked at her as if she had lobsters crawling out of her ears and said, "No, I'm wearing beige socks."
I should have asked her why she would think I'd be wearing women's hosiery, but I was so glad to have side-stepped her gotcha that I just went on my merry way.
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| Eye makeup to die for! |
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| The 1929 installment of the Washington State Kiwanis Follies featured these lovely femulators competing in a beauty pageant. |
