Awesome Night Out (Part 2)

Part 2.....

The show (Turnabout at 1851Club where men dress as women and women dress as men) was supposed to start at 10.  The club is a hole-in-the-wall bar with a space for dancing or shows, a few tables, a single pool table and two small bathrooms.  I wanted to play pool (because I can ROCK the pool table), but the people playing were either too drunk to play or just bad pool players.  So I skipped the pool table.

Of course the show didn't start at 10.  It was closer to 10:30.  Not a lot to say.  Guys and girls (as girls and guys) lip-syncing to top 40 songs and collecting money for LGBT charities such as a teen suicide prevention program. They love to perform and do a good job.  Think of it as jazzercize. :o)

Side note to the night.  Maybe SAD note would be more appropriate.  Last time we went to this club (Turnabout was playing again) we met Mia and Eve.  Eve is a crossdresser and this bar is where she feels comfortable.  Mia could easily be labeled a cougar.  She was fun if not a little (lot) aggressive.  She was there supporting Eve.  Well we saw Eve again last night.  She was with two other CD friends.  One was very convincing.  I really wondered if she was transitioning.  What made me sad was how miserable all three of them looked.  I didn't stare at them or anything, but when I looked at B (and I do that a lot) I could glance over at them.  Never a smile, not a one.  So....here right now I will make a pronouncement.  If you as a crossdresser get to go out (and especially if you get to go with either other CDs or a supportive friend) then have fun.  Fun and smiling go hand in hand.  Giggle, joke, smile, talk, flirt, just have fun.  This is your time outside the closet doors.  Make the most of it. 

We left around 1am.  We decided to not close the bar down this night.  Paid my tab, tipped the bartender and out the door.  On that note, when the bartender takes care of you, take care of the bartender.  And if you want to make it OBVIOUS, pay the first round in cash and tip big then start a tab for the rest.  It's a little manipulation, but hey...it works. I asked B where she wanted to go.  She wanted to go get some groceries after getting a bite to eat. 

We wanted some place sit down (at 1am mind you).  We drove down this road for 5 miles and found nothing.  Pulled out my handy Android powered smart phone and searched for Denny's.  It was the other way.  Turned around and passed the club again.  Turned left to go to Denny's and could not find it.  Looked at my phone again and it was Denny's Towing.  D'oh.  Did a search for Ihop and found one down by the mall off of I20. It was farther than I liked, but reasonable. 

This stop really made the night.  There were some teenage boys in the waiting area of Ihop that made a comment to each other when we walked in, but ignored it. They sat us and our waitress Erika came to take our order.  "What can I get for you ladies to drink." Oh that sounded SO SO SO good.  We decided to split an omelet and pancakes.  When Erika brought back our food, she had the omelet cut in half on separate plates.  I asked for salsa and she brought it right out, offering more which I declined.  She was attentive and an awesome waitress.  I did the survey online and told Ihop they need to give her a raise before a competing place like Papasitos scoops her up. 




B decided she wanted to go home instead of shopping.  I was fine with that.  I was tired also (old married folks).  I kissed her and told her she was awesome and Candi was coming to bed with her.  She asked about the wig and fake nails.  I said yes but I was taking the fake lashes off.  I don't think I'm doing fake lashes again.  1. I would like some cute glasses for my look and lashes are not conducive to glasses.  2. They are a pain in the ass to put on and take off.  I'm sticking with mascara.

Another side note.  When I was in the bathroom the 2nd time, a thumb nail popped off and landed in the toilet.  Well I wasn't going in after it, and even if I did, I didn't have any adhesive.  I only brought lip stick (which I didn't need to reapply, thank you Revlon).  I looked at my other hand and saw the thumb nail on that hand was missing also.  Well Damn.  Oh Well.  When I got home to get ready for bed, I found the 2nd nail in my tights.  Guess it came off at the same time as the 1st one. I'm just going to paint my nails next time.  I love the fake nails, but not sure if it's worth it for the night.  If I could go all week and not have to do contacts, then maybe fake will work.

I got my contacts off even with nails on.  One more reason to get Lasik or at least some prescription glasses. I would really really like to get Laik but $1500 I don't have.  I forgot and left on the lashes until this morning before church.  I also had the nails to work with this morning.  My toes are still bright red and I LOVE them. But I need to take care of that before work this week since they will stand out A LITTLE at the gym.  I slipped on my favorite black nightie to sleep in, rolled into bed, and we both crashed. No sex after a long night out.

Today I had to take off my lashes, nails, all the makeup (eye liner is a bitch to get off in the shower). I need to wash my wig so it's ready for our anniversary.  I can't wait.  That was our night.  It was SSSSOOOO much fun.  I can't wait to do it again. 

Blessings,

-Candi

Awesome Night Out (part 1)

OMG!!??!!  We had an AWESOME night last night.  Daughter was on a church retreat all weekend so I took Saturday off and was en femme for the day.  What a joy and so much fun.  B had to work most of the day, so we only got to spend the evening together.  That was alright though. 

In my last post I put what clothes I had picked out. Well that changed only slightly.  The stockings I originally had were more "fishnet" and I didn't like those so I went and got some solid black with a seam up the back.  I LOVE that look.  However, when I put them together with my denim skirt, there was a slutty malfunction. My skirt comes up just enough to show the tops of my thigh-highs and depending on how long I sit, the straps too.  B voted that down.  I think if I would have pushed she would have voted me off the island (giggles). She pushed for tights instead of thigh-highs.  Well.....she was right and I was glad.  Although I did like that look some (maybe more than some), it was good to be a little more modest.  Also, it was COLD.  When I first stepped outside and the cold hit me, I told B she was right and the tights were a good choice.  Other than that, the outfit was great. 

Before we left, B made a statement. "We are really fucked up.  You are getting all primped and pretty and I'm just throwing together an outfit."  My response was "We may be fucked up in the eyes of society, but we are perfect together." I got a nice smile from that.

I do not have Breast Forms (yet) but I do use the padding from special medical bra I inherited.  They fill out the C cups nicely.  I wore the matching white lace bra and pantie set and B and I bought.  We got one set for her and one for me; especially for this night.  Well the bras were a wordrobe malfunction waiting to happen.  B didn't like her bra. It was actually a little too big (surprising since she is really a DDD) and it had an underwire, which she hates with a passion.  That quickly came off and she wore the non-underwire semi lacy (and semi sexy) bra I bought her a couple weeks ago.  Now since I had been dressed most of the day, I already had my malfunction.  I asked B to sew some pockets into the bra for my padding.  She didn't get a chance.  Therefore, everytime I bend over my breasts go from sexy on the chest to fugly on the belly.  We were able to overcome this problem my safety pinning the bra cups together.  It worked perfectly.  I didn't have any "bounce", but I also didn't have any movement or worries about losing myself.

The Turnabout show (guys dress and girls and girls dress as guys and there is a drag show) at 1851 Club was scheduled to start at 10pm.  We didn't leave the house until after 9 and I knew there would not be a table available much less a parking spot.  We got there about 15 minutes to 10 and half the parking lot was empty.  I was a little nervous.  Did the show get canceled? Is the club just a hole in the wall bar now instead of a hole in the wall bar with fun shows? 

The rain had stopped so we could get in without getting wet (Thank you Lord).  There was a couple tables open waiting for us to take one.  YAY!!  B sat down while I got us drinks.  I asked the bartender what he recommended.  "alcohol" He said, smiling.  Funny and good.  I told him I wanted something sweet, no energy drinks in it and no coffee type drinks in it.  Margarita is a normal choice for us (besides a beer for me when in drab).  He made a fresh margarita and he also recommended a Vodka Cherry Sour, so I got one of those.  LOVED IT.  The margarita was a little stronger and the Vodka Cherry Sour was a little weaker (it was a single) but they were perfect.  I ended up ordering another round. 

While ordering, a blonde skinny thing with a cute red dress on commented how pretty I looked tonight.  Made me smile (and probably blush).  I thanked her.  That was too sweet.

End of Part 1.  I'm breaking this up into 2 parts since it's turning out so long.....

-Candi

What is a Crossdresser

Everything and nothing.  Everybody for sure. Your neighbor. Your aunt.  Your husband.

Before I get too deep, There is a wide spectrum for crossdressing from simple "under-dressing" such as panties for a man to full daily en femme.  Then there is transitioning to the other gender you feel is YOU.

How is that for an intro.  Everything and nothing.  Well, to some, dressing to fit the gender they feel they should be is everything to them.  It's not about "passing" but feeling like yourself. Your TRUE self.  And really is that anything.  No.  It's nothing.  When I see myself dressed en femme, I feel empowered in a different way.  When I dress in a business suit, I feel empowered also....again, in a different way.  Crossdressing is really nothing when you think really really hard about it and break it down.

Everybody for sure.  1st it depends what your standard is.  If you say your standard is society today, then you might as well drop your argument now before someone shows you how stupid it is.  If you say really mean your standard is 1950 where men wear suits and women were dresses, I would say you are probably correct.  BUT....It's not 1950 anymore. 

Women crossdress every day.  I made this argument in a previous post.  Women wear jeans and t-shirts all the time.  They wear sneakers instead of high heels.  THEY WORK.  Oh My?!?  Some don't wear a bra (or panties). Some were "boy shorts" panties.  I like these too. 

Do many men crossdress also?  Well they don't dress in suit and tie all the time.  Many men were "nicer" dress shirts and "softer" color ties.  Their underwear will lean toward colored softer fabric instead of tightie whities. 

Your Neighbor Your aunt Your husband.  There is a good chance you know someone who does crossdress.  I will stick with men right now.  During work, I under-dress.  Panties, sometimes stockings and garter (I have not worn a bra to work).  I wear a nightie to bed every night.  That's what makes me feel good.  You would never know because I am all man at work (whatever "all man" means). 

The last thing I want to put on this post (although I will probably revisit this subject very soon)... For those wives looking for information or those husbands searching to help your wife understand, be careful who you ready.  I read a blog yesterday that basically said "all crossdressers want to transition to female (surgery), want to be promiscuous, want to suck a dick, want to be sissified, and can be controlled because of their crossdressing.  Please Please Please Please if you ready that on any blog, go to another page and do not ready anything else on that blog. 

Crossdressing is a wide spectrum.  Some of us just want to feel pretty.  Some want to go out of the house dressed.  A few do want to go full time.  80-85% of crossdressers are heterosexual.  Don't mistake fantasy talk with actual desires.  Read the blogs and post questions on sites such as www.lauras-playground.com. See a gender therapist.  If you are really wondering where you are as a couple (or single), read My Husband Betty TOGETHER.  This isn't something you want to go through alone.

I will be happy to correspond with you at any time.  There is support available.  Crossdressing can be a part of a healthy marriage, if you love each other.

Hugs....-Candi

First outing

Well I thought this blog might go in chronological order,but I guess not.  For my 1st post though, I wanted to give some details of my 1st outing. 

Getting ready on this Saturday night was awesome.  I personally really like the process of getting my femme-self ready as much as I like the finished product.  In hind-sight my outfit was close to gothic,but not quite.  With the black skirt and black straight hair.  I had 2 inch heels.  I wore footless tights so I could see my redtoenails.  At 6’4”, 2 inch heels makes m ea giant; at least that’s what I felt like. We got a box of 100 fake nails in different sizes.  I matched the size to my nails, taped each individual to a holder, and painted them the day before gluing them to my fingers.  That was the best idea my wife ever had. 

My wife helped me with my makeup.  I feel like a early Jr. High girl putting my own make-up on.  You know what I’m talking about.  Too much here and not enough there.    I want to look sexy but look like Bozo theClown.  So…I get help.  I know I need more practice, but I will hold that discussion for a later post.

From top to bottom: wig>make-up>bra with c-cup or d-cup padding>blouse>footless tights>skirt>2 inch heels.  I can’t stop grinning.  This is going to be a WONDERFUL night. It’stime for us to head out.  North Texas is friendly for a crossdresser as well as GLBT.  Wewent to a hole-in-the-wall gay bar in Arlington for a drag show.  They have these every week to support one charity or another.  Our friend wasalready in the bar waiting for us.  He found a table.  SURPRISE….he didn’t know about Candi, but he does now.  I order along-neck beer and my wife orders a mixed drink.  He brings my beer with a straw so “my lipstick doesn’t rub off”. 


About half way through the night, I really needed to go pee.  OK, now I am at a crossroads.  What bathroom do I go in to.  Our friend asks (he is a great guy, huh), and wife and I go to the girls room.  I should have known.  The night progressed and we had a blast.  At the end of thenight after the show, we had some time to dance.  The DJ put on some music and we went out on the floor.  What was awesome, we met another couple.  The CD has been coming to this club every week “because they don’t judge”.  His “lady friend” loves to support him.  They were out on the floor dancing and I think she knew Patrick Swayze because she was Dirty Dancing .  We swapped out partners and she did the same with me.  Aggressive is an under statement.  Fun but aggressive.  We closed down that bar.

We get home laughing about the night all the way.  In the door, clothes off, matching red nighties on, straight to bed.  Although sex was on our minds, we were both exhausted.  I started the day as a husband and ended the night as a girlfriend.  Soon we will have another night out.

-Candi