I have said in previous posts that I don’t often go out on Sundays dressed but like last month there are exceptions. This month is another one because after the Christmas party I needed a post crossdressing downshift. Our club Christmas party is a dressy affair and most of us wear formals that require special accessories to complete the look. It is not an understatement to say we are geared up all year long looking for that perfect gown to wear. Regardless of when you find it the project continues with jewelry, shoes, hair and anything else that comes to mind. It’s no time to think about any sort of crossdressing downshift.
The Saturday of the party the pace accelerates and some attendees pay $100’s have their makeup professionally done for the big night. I do my own makeup but will confess to starting my get ready process a bit earlier in the day. The goal is to impress the crowd especially the civilians in the restaurant when we arrive.

This year everyone else left for home after the big event and I stayed over on Sunday night by myself. I had a later flight the next morning that gave me extra time. That was the perfect opportunity for me to do a crossdressing downshift which may be confusing. It’s kind of like on a commercial flight and the pilot throttles back when you reach your cruising altitude. I actually do it by crossdressing the way I love to with plenty of time to enjoy the process.
CROSSDRESSING DOWNSHIFT

For this crossdressing downshift I chose to tone down the glam for Sunday night not to blend so much as to not stand out so much. I chose a velvet wrap dress in aubergine not unlike women might wear to Sunday dinner. I chose to go back to the same restaurant as the Xmas party because I know Sunday’s are slow there and I could relax. I was also thinking about the Veal Scaloppini for months which is awesome.
The joy of this particular night for me other than previously stated is I had a meaningful, substantial chat with a young man decades younger about a non crossdressing subject. He had no interest in the way I was dressed only the knowledge that might come from our conversation based on my history. I am going to call that acceptance!



