Without going into a lot of details as to how it happened, I "let" my co-workers and peers talk me into coming to
work dressed fully enfemme on Halloween of 2001. I planned for this day for a LONG time and even though my wife is
non-supportive of me as a crossdresser, she was in a situation where she just about couldn't say no. Knowing how she
feels about it, and out of respect for her attitudes about it, I decided to dress and make myself up in private and
leave without her ever seeing me. She has made the statement many times that if she ever saw me dressed she thought
the image would be forever impressed negatively on her mind. Therefore I thought it best that I honor her wishes and
keep Dixie out of her sight.
The night before I removed the hair from my legs for the first time ever. Although I didn't actually shave them,
using barber's clippers I was successful in removing most of the hair very closely. I hardly slept at all and what
little sleep I did get was restless and in very short time frames in anticipation of what I was about to do. I set
the alarm clock to wake up about an hour and forty-five minutes earlier than usual to allow myself plenty of time to
shave (which I normally do at night) and do my makeup. When the alarm went off I was up and at 'em in a heartbeat. I
shaved with a new blade taking care to get as close and smooth as is possible without performing a self sacrifice.
First things first, I painted my toenails with Express Finish (Maybelline) polish so they would be drying. Then I
put on all my under things and checked to see if my toes were dry. Upon finding them dry to the touch I slipped on a
new pair of suntan colored stockings. Next I took great care in putting on my makeup. Since this was going to have
to last all day, it needed to be done correctly and be as perfectly as possible. As soon as this was done (with the
exception of lipstick - I always like to save that until last), I slipped into a white formal taffeta dress and put
on a pair of black strappies with 3 inch heels. It took a little longer than usual to get my pre-polished glamour
length nails glued on, but the effort was well worth it. Finally, I placed my shoulder length blonde wig on my head
and 'played' with it a few minutes to get it into shape, and clipped on a cute pair of earrings to compliment the
other jewelry I already had on. The final step was carefully lining my lips and then smoothing on a good coating of
dark wine colored lipstick. I stepped back and looked in the mirror and gave Dixie my 'seal of approval'.
OK, let's see, into my purse I placed the tube of lipstick, mascara, my compact and blusher, liner pencil, and the
bottle of nail glue (be AWFUL to have a nail come off and not be able to fix it!). In addition, my keys, wallet, and
office pass card. Everything that was left laying out I put into my case and put it all into the closet so I could
put it all back in when I got back home. A quick spritz of perfume and Dixie was ready to go.
The first thing I noticed was how odd it felt to be leaving my own house - in broad open daylight - dressed fully
enfemme. Even though this was a formal type dress, it was one of the shortest I'd ever worn and the sensation of it
slipping up above my knees when I sat down in my vehicle was completely new to me. It was a strange feeling to be
fully dressed and on my way to work, but it was a GOOD feeling.
I pulled out of the driveway and headed down the road. I'd made a mental note to observe the traffic around me as I
drove in to see if I could tell whether I was being seen as a guy in a dress, or as merely a woman on her way to
work. Not one time in the forty-five minute drive did I get an odd look! So far, so good.
I entered the parking deck and found a parking space. I intentionally parked much farther away from the entrance so
I would have to walk farther. It's an exhilarating feeling to walk in heels and with a dress on and I wanted to
experience all of it I could while I had the chance to do so. Amazingly I made it across the parking deck, into the
building, and all the way to my desk without passing a single person. I quietly sat down and turned on the PC just
like I always do and got busy. It wasn't long before someone came by and they had to look really close to tell it
was me - and this was someone I work with every day! "Oh my god!", he said as he ran off to get a few more
observers.
From that point on it was like a three ring circus all day. I was given a femme name (I won't divulge the name they
actually gave me here in order to protect my confidentiality, but for the sake of clarity I'll just say that the
name was 'Sally' ). There were people coming by who NEVER do and all of them had positive things to say. "Who did
your makeup?", "Where did you find that dress?", "What pretty shoes!", "How does it feel to be dressed like
that?", "Have you ever done this before?", and hundreds of other questions. I even had one woman ask me if I was a
'professional crossdresser'! (Like I would have just come right out and told her).
For those of you who have never done this, there are special little 'mini-moments' all through the day that add to
the excitement you are already feeling. For example, the lipstick prints on your coffee cup that aren't normally
there, if you smoke there's lipstick prints on your cigarette too. When you sit down, you're VERY aware that your
dress is riding up on your legs. Going ANYWHERE requires that you remember to get your purse. There's a special
'wiggle' when you walk that's caused partially by the high heels you're wearing, partially intentional, but mostly
because you FEEL feminine. Walking anywhere is a sensual activity because your legs feel so GOOD in nylons, your
dress 'flows' as you walk, and if you have on breast forms they bounce and jiggle with every step. Lunch provides
an opportunity not only to eat, but to freshen your lipstick and makeup in public. In short EVERYTHING you do is
different than the same thing done in "male mode".
When the day ended and it came time to go home, I had experienced so many new and wonderful feelings I couldn't
count them all. But the height of it all was how I had been accepted as a female for the day and had been told by so
many that I actually looked like a pretty woman. Secretly this was what I had hoped would happen and it was a huge
boost to my self-esteem about my ability to 'pass' in public. My choice in what I wore and my makeup skills were
confirmed as being tasteful and ladylike by those who know me in male mode. Naturally, when I was asked about it, I
had to credit my wife with everything to maintain confidentiality, but it was a big inward personal encouragement to
me to know that I did it all myself.
The drive home was uneventful. Even after ten hours my makeup still looked decent and I never got a suspicious
glance during the trip home. With great reluctance I went inside, took everything off, washed up, and 'put Dixie
away' again. It was like telling an old friend goodbye for a time, not knowing when you would get to see her again.
It has now been more than a week and I am STILL getting positive comments about 'Sally'. At least one co-worker has
said that Sally should make another appearance next year. This is good and it opens the door for my imagination to
run wild for almost a year as to what "Sally" should wear next year. The possibilities are endless, but if it
happens whatever it is will be worn in the true image of the LADY I try to project.
Dixie
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