Sharing a post I wrote on crossdressheaven.com...
Happy Crossdresser Day….so many times I’ve wanted to say that today instead of Happy Halloween.
For many of us crossdressers, today has such a special meaning, it’s a day we’ve used as an excuse to try to test the social waters around us to feel the temperature of acceptance, or it’s a day we’ve tried going out dressed up and hid among the other costumes, or it’s the day we dream of being ourselves, or it’s the day we find wigs, fake nails, cheap makeup, size 10-13 heels, fishnet stockings, kinky outfits appear in stores everywhere. There are the discounts too the day after.
For me, Halloween has so many crossdresser memories. Years ago, a few weeks before the day, I bought a pair of heels, borrowed (without asking) an old dress of my wife’s, borrowed her tights, put everything on and showed her my “going as a girl” outfit. It almost sounded plausible except for my wife suspicious wondering why I didn’t want to go dressed to work like that for Halloween, or why exactly had I bought a pair of women’s shoes and when was I going to return them to the store. Then, weeks later, her wondering why I hadn’t returned the heels back to the store.
A few years ago, I had the audacity to wear women’s clothes out, sort of blending into guys clothes, while running errands on the day. Unexpectedly, I ran into a couple of female friends and tried hard to conceal the feminine highlights on my jeans pockets. One of them seemed a bit perplexed as she gave me one of those tight, feel up my back hugs, where I’m sure she felt my padded bra push up against hers, or her hand waved over my bra strap/closure being felt through my shirt. She did smile, but has never made any mention of her suspicion.
Then, there’s the yearly ritual that maybe this will be the year that I surprise coworkers and family with a realistic feminine outfit, only to shyly retreat back into the closet and just wear drab as I silently protest a holiday in which men wearing women’s clothes brings many unexpected remarks, from applause for the comedy, to admiration of the fashion choices, to amazement over balancing in heels, to crude remarks from jock-type guys.
It’s almost over, hope your Halloween or Crossdresser Day went as well as you expected!
Happy Crossdresser Day….so many times I’ve wanted to say that today instead of Happy Halloween.
For many of us crossdressers, today has such a special meaning, it’s a day we’ve used as an excuse to try to test the social waters around us to feel the temperature of acceptance, or it’s a day we’ve tried going out dressed up and hid among the other costumes, or it’s the day we dream of being ourselves, or it’s the day we find wigs, fake nails, cheap makeup, size 10-13 heels, fishnet stockings, kinky outfits appear in stores everywhere. There are the discounts too the day after.
For me, Halloween has so many crossdresser memories. Years ago, a few weeks before the day, I bought a pair of heels, borrowed (without asking) an old dress of my wife’s, borrowed her tights, put everything on and showed her my “going as a girl” outfit. It almost sounded plausible except for my wife suspicious wondering why I didn’t want to go dressed to work like that for Halloween, or why exactly had I bought a pair of women’s shoes and when was I going to return them to the store. Then, weeks later, her wondering why I hadn’t returned the heels back to the store.
A few years ago, I had the audacity to wear women’s clothes out, sort of blending into guys clothes, while running errands on the day. Unexpectedly, I ran into a couple of female friends and tried hard to conceal the feminine highlights on my jeans pockets. One of them seemed a bit perplexed as she gave me one of those tight, feel up my back hugs, where I’m sure she felt my padded bra push up against hers, or her hand waved over my bra strap/closure being felt through my shirt. She did smile, but has never made any mention of her suspicion.
Then, there’s the yearly ritual that maybe this will be the year that I surprise coworkers and family with a realistic feminine outfit, only to shyly retreat back into the closet and just wear drab as I silently protest a holiday in which men wearing women’s clothes brings many unexpected remarks, from applause for the comedy, to admiration of the fashion choices, to amazement over balancing in heels, to crude remarks from jock-type guys.
It’s almost over, hope your Halloween or Crossdresser Day went as well as you expected!
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