YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY BABY!

CHIC CLUB PARTY

I went to a lovely party last Saturday night hosted by two of my fellow CHIC members in their new home. Their home overlooks the ocean but it was about 40 miles from where I was staying for the weekend. I decided to rent a hotel room close by rather than drive back to where I was staying. Several things contributed to my decision besides drinking at the party. I was wearing a red blazer and high heels which would not help my field sobriety test although I would look great.

CHOICES

The big decision was do I get ready then drive to the party dressed or pack everything I need and get ready at the hotel? Knowing it was a virtual certainty that I would leave at least one crucial item behind I opted to get ready then drive to the party. Where the “You’ve come a long way baby” comes in is that I did it in broad daylight. Twenty years or so back I would never have considered it but, my confidence has steadily grown over the years.

CHIC MEMBERS

I wore a black knit skirt with a black vee neck tank under a red one button blazer. Black patent 3 1/2 inch pumps and nude stockings with an over sized black patent purse. I also wore by Godiva’s Secret short blonde wig with roots. Most CHIC members attending wore red dresses  along with the hosts. After checking the bag of guy stuff I was taking for the morning after the party 30 times to make sure I  had everything  I was off. I strutted through lobby of hotel #1 around 4:00pm waving at the desk clerks as my heels clicked on the floor.

The drive down went great toll booths and all and now it was time for another decision. Do I check in to hotel #2 first then go to the party of wait until after the party. Even though my confidence is at an all time high checking in around eleven thinned out the guests in the lobby and made more sense.

CHECKING IN

After the party I headed for the hotel found a parking place and walked to the front door. I had to stand there waiting for a minute or so because you need either a room key or wait to be buzzed in. They opened the door and welcomed me in saying hello mam can I help you. I replied yes and gave them the name the reservation was under along with a credit card in a fem name. He then asked for me ID and I complied giving him my real driver license. He glanced at them both then returned them saying “sign here sir”. I thought about correcting him but I thought it was so funny that he switched pronouns without missing a beat.

MORNING AFTER

The next morning I showered and left as Duke meeting up with two other CHIC members for a round of golf as guys. I think the hotel staff is still looking for the attractive blonde to come down stairs.

Another fun uneventful crossdressing weekend.

Micki Finn

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This being February let me say a big

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!

I have had the pleasure of knowing some wives personally and observed them in action helping their husbands. They take the pressure out of difficult things for crossdressers to do. Buying clothing, hosiery, under garments, and wigs are simple for her. Embarrassing and nerve racking for him especially if he is trying to figure out what to buy.

There is a lot more to a successful marriage than shopping for your crossdresser husband or having a wife that will do it.  Having one that will help you though is priceless and husbands appreciate it a great deal.

I shop for myself mostly these days but the lessons I learned are what has given me the confidence to do it correctly. It wasn’t always that way and I shudder to think what that sales lady was thinking when she checked me out.  Little things like if that bra is for him he’ll be back tomorrow because it is too small. That wig color is going to look terrible on him.

I have wasted a ton of money learning the hard way like the short wig experiment that looked like a hairy kids football helmet on a giant. Then there was the sexy jet black Page Boy wig that made me look like Dracula with my pale skin. The slinky tight sheath dress that made me look like a Shar-pei  dog in DRAG was a winner also. Then there was my Geisha look when my foundation was 10 shades too light and Godzilla followed me home.

I have made my point!

Thank you Ladies!