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Some Inspiration

March 29, 2017 — Leave a comment

Good evening my bitches. I just wanted to stop in a share a little inspiration with everyone tonight. I have found a new hero (or heroine): Sophie Labelle, author and artist of Assigned Male comics. I feel she is doing so much to aid and support the trans community. It’s what I hope to aspire to someday. Hopefully I’ll get her permission and can post or share some of her art as well. In the meantime, please check her page out and give her support and love as well.



Good evening bitches! How is everyone tonight? This gurl is feeling fabulous, sassy, and confident!

A few nights ago I wrote about body image and how I have been unhappy with myself lately. Well, I think tonight (or this weekend in general) was a turning point.

I guess it really started Saturday morning when I woke up feeling particularly… how should I say this… “girly”. I had an appointment for my manicure and I really, really, really, wanted to dress up and go to the salon as Denise. But I was feeling too ugly and fat. So while I didn’t go fully dressed, I did go with a bit more than my “daily wear” make-up. I did full winged eyeliner, a medium blue shadow for my lids, and an orange and bronze blend from the lids up. And, I even wore a bit of lipstick: my favourite “Champagne on  Ice” nude shade. It felt good. Really good.

With all that going on, my girlfriend as supposed to meet me at the salon. However, long story short, between a last-minute family obligation, and then not feeling well, she couldn’t make it. That left me with the afternoon to myself. I was really liking my new nails, and I felt like did a smashing job blending my eye shadows, and was feeling really good.

First, I donned my wig. I was curious with the make-up contouring and blending how everything would look. I was rather pleased and was wanting more (based on my mood when I woke up). As I needed to take care of a few chores around my flat, it was then I decided to just say “fuck it” with the body image (it WAS a Saturday afternoon and all).

I pulled on my favorite panties, then pantyhose, a skirt, blouse, and my heels and became Denise for the afternoon. It felt really good. And I was happy for a few hours. I felt like me regardless of my body image.

Then back to reality as my girlfriend was heading over and we were going to a ballroom dance and I needed to transition back (I did keep most of the make-up on 🙂 ). So for the next 24 hours or so I was back to my masculine representation. That is, until this evening.

I met my good friend K at my local watering hole while watching American football. We had a really good conversation around changes in our lives. And, K has met me as Denise and D (that’s the gender non-specific name I introduce myself as), so she knows the things I’m going through. And we talked about the body image issues I’m dealing with and how I want to change. And she was very positive and supportive.

We chatted a bit more and I finally left for my flat. But, once home, I was stronger in my feeling to be Denise so I changed. And for some reason, got really sassy and flirty.

So I took the selfie (today’s featured image) and sent it to K asking her opinion. Her response made my night! “Omg girl!!! You look amazing! Look at those lips!”.

The most important one she sent “I’ve known you for 6 months and seen you as Denise once. And I’ve always felt that D is not the real you. THIS is the real you and you’re amazing!”

And that started a long text discussion that, with her support, has encouraged me to be the real me. She’s the first person I ever used the word “trans” to describe myself. And, she used it tonight to describe me. And she told me “Since the day I first saw you in that dress, I knew that’s who you were supposed to be”.

It’s funny hearing it from someone else. But yes, I need to start being who I’m supposed to be.

Ciao my lovely bitches,

Random Tidbits

January 3, 2017 — Leave a comment

Happy New Year bitches! I hope everyone’s 2017 is starting off on the rights foot.

It’s been a bit of a slow start for yours truly here, but fun and interesting.
For starters, I kinda got hit on, or flirted with by a waiter New Year’s Day. My girlfriend and I had gone for our spa day (aka, nails, see right) so that we’d be sparkly and
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After waking up on the 1st, we decided we needed some black-eyed peas for our good luck, and decided to go to lunch. While at the restaurant, the waiter commented on my nails saying “oooh, I really like your nails!”

He is the first male to ever make a comment, which was nice. As lunch progressed, my girlfriend noticed that whenever he came to the table, he always seemed to address me rather than my girlfriend, or both of us. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t weird or creepy. I was a bit flattered. And it’s not the first time I’ve been hit on by a guy. The first was in college a long time ago, in a university far, far away.

I was at a frat party and a guy came on to me. I knew he was openly gay back then and, not being the type to judge, I told him thanks, I’m flattered, but no, I’m not into guys. He was cool about it, thanked me for not freaking out and getting all homophobic on him, and we both went our separate ways at the party. Because we were both in band, we saw each other frequently and, in my recollection, we were both cool about that night. Now fast forward 20+ years, and here I am getting flirted up by another guy. To be fair, I have changed just a tiny bit ;).

The other interesting occurrence was this evening as I was doing my weekly shopping to fill my pantry and larder (aka grocery shopping for my US readers). I’d been pretty much relaxing and doing chores around my flat for most of the day but that hadn’t stopped me from applying my “daily wear”. Hey, a gurl needs to look good at all times, am I right bitches? And, for someone like me, even if I don’t go out, it’s like practice 🙂

Anyway, I did need to go to the store as my fridge and pantry were practically empty. So fast forward to the end as I’m checking out and the cute, young cashier looked at me as she was scanning my items and commented “Oooh, I like your eyeliner! You do it better than me!” We then struck up  conversation around technique and how to apply liner. She even pulled out her phone to show me some selfies of some liner techniques she had tried. So, score another one for this gurl bitches!

Well, that’s all for tonight. I need to crawl into bed for my beauty sleep and my return to the workforce tomorrow.

Ciao my lovelies,


Whew! (Or heavy sigh, take your pick my lovelies).

Yes, they are over. I made it through! (Did you?) I had my last family obligations today and it went… Ok, I made it through.

I got over my trepidation and nervousness and decided for closer to my normal daily wear. That is (besides my foundation, concealer, and powder) I opted for eye liner (top and bottom) with a small cat eye corner, and dark grey shadow with my dark orange MAC blush powder as an accent color.

My sister was the first to notice which was not surprising. But it was a nonchalant “Oh, you’ve got make-up on today” type of thing. I gave her a quick “Yep, feeling festive” response and we moved on. My brother, the ultraconservative Christian, snickered and made a comment, but we soon moved on. I caught him snickering or giving me weird grins later on as if he were mocking me. But hey, I don’t do this for him or anyone else. He can keep his narrow minded opinion.

Then, about an hour and a half into lunch, he left and I swapped places so I could sit directly across from my sister and talk. We were having a good conversation when the first bomb dropped from my mom: “When did you turn away from God?” <Insert crickets chirping>

It had actually started a bit earlier when she gave me a Christian necklace with a Bible verse on it. I looked at it and thanked her. As I was putting it back in the box she asked if I would wear it. I ignored it and pretended I didn’t hear it. But when the question came up later about turning away from God, she brought it up again. “Are you going to wear it”?

Aside from the tackiness of asking if someone is going to wear something you bought them for a gift, how does one respond? I thought about asking her “If I bought you a pentagram, would you wear that”?

Fortunately I was spared from answering her as that’s when my brother decided to leave and I changed places. Not long afterward she brought it up again “Are you going to wear it”?

I was thinking about how to answer when she followed up with the “when did you turn from God question” among several others. At least these were easier questions to answer although awkward because of how she can’t fathom an atheist. I deflected this time with the standard “I thought it wasn’t polite to discuss religion or politics” statement.

By this time though, the full awkwardness has settled in like fog over London. I looked at my sister and said “we should talk later”. My mom took that as the hint that lunch was through and we began to wrap up and leave. That’s when she noticed my make-up and commented. At least it wasn’t a derogatory or malicious comment and I remarked that I just like to wear it and it allows me to be more artistic and express myself. She looked stunned and didn’t press any further.

Later, my sister and I met for drinks and a good, deep talk. She and I are in a good place and were able to be real, and honest with each other. We both respect each other and have similar beliefs about people and how we should treat those around us. Hint: It’s with respect for everyone’s lifestyle, views, and opinions.

So now I’m back at my hotel, drained emotionally, and tired. I got through it and my family obligations. And that, my lovelies, is why I prefer to spend time with the family I choose, over my biological family.



An Exciting Weekend

November 29, 2016 — Leave a comment

Yes, bitches, I am back! And this girl is sassy!

As I mentioned in my previous post the last year has been one of change. While there has been a lot of negative energy in it, there has also been a lot of really good energy as well. Aside from my divorce, the last few months have been extremely positive.

For one, my workplace has been very supportive. Look at the ways I’ve been experimenting and, yes, even wearing different shades of shadow and eyeliner to work.

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It doesn’t seem to matter what I wear to work, how I “express myself”. Each day I arrive I am treated no different from last week, last month, last year. The team members I lead, manage, and mentor treat me with the same respect and courtesy they always have. I lead meetings, I get questions, I’m asked to help them out. Based on my skills, experience, and knowledge in my field, I am no different to my co-workers no matter how I show up to work. I have amazing fucking co-workers at an amazing fucking company bitches!

And, it gets even better my lovelies! Last weekend I attended Drag Queen Christmas (with members of Ru Paul’s Drag Race Season 8 contestants) with my girlfriend. You got that right!

I had asked her earlier this month if she would like to go and how she felt if I attended en femme. Her response was “Sure! I’d LOVE to!”

As the day drew near and we made plans, I told her 1) I need to get new heels. I broke one of my 3″ black pumps not long ago and while I could manage, walking around for several hours, downtown, up and down stairs was not that appealing. I also needed to figure out what to wear, what fit, and what looked good so I asked her if she’d help me pick out an outfit. And,I asked her if she wanted to get a make-over with me! Oh yeah, I went there bitches! (Besides, what girl DOESN’T want a make-over, right?)

So Friday, she said “Why don’t you come over today with all your outfits and let’s play dress-up?”.
OK girls, who just got excited about THAT? THIS girl did!

I packed my “go-bag” with 2 dresses, a black pencil skirt, and several blouses, and my wig. I tossed in 2 pair of tights, panties, and my broke ass pumps. (A girl needs SOMETHING to wear while shopping. Am I right?)

First I tried on the pencil skirt and the blouses. I just love, love, LOVE that skirt! The first blouse was a just a little tight but not bad. It wound up choice number 2. The second blouse was just too damn tight and not flattering at all so then I switched to the dresses. As it’s cold out, I had picked 2 different cable-knit sweater dresses. One, charcoal grey, the other a burgundy. The former is pretty much an A-line dress with a heavy, knit pattern. The latter flares out more at the knees (see right).
red-sweater-dress And that’s the one we chose for the show.

As it’s getting late and this post is getting long-winded, I’m going to fast-forward a bit to Saturday. We both got dressed and headed for our make-over. While at the salon I found a pair of black kitten heels that fit and added them to our purchase. We went to check-in to our hotel a few blocks from the show and I’m thinking “I’m dressed and I need to show photo id, and credit card when we get to the hotel. I wonder how that will play out”. Turns out, it was not an issue. I walked up to the guest counter and said “checking in”. They asked my last name, and said “Oh, we see you checked in online. We have your room ready… What do we call you?”

I assumed they were asking my name so I told them. The desk agent looked at me and said “No, how would you like us to address you? Do you have a name or gender preference?”

As it registered what he was asking, my face lit up and I replied “Oh, I go by D. Just the initial!”

“That’s perfect D! We’ll put that in your file for future reference. Here’s your room key and enjoy your stay!”


And, the night just kept getting better. H (my girlfriend) and  I put on some finishing touches then headed for our dinner reservation. By then, I was elated! It was about a 4 block walk to the restaurant and theater along the city’s very popular downtown, open air mall. And I did not give a flying fuck! I had my sashay and swagger on bitches! I had my runway walk on point! It was like a 4 block walk off! I had my little black clutch in one hand, H’s hand in my other, I was strutting my ass and legs all the way down that mother fucking street!

Then, as dinner was drawing to a close and the waiter brings us our check, he looks at me and asked “So, are you the entertainment for tonight?”

It took me a minute but then it hit me: He thought I was part of the show! Damn! Did I really look THAT hot? Was I that on-point with everything? H summed it up fairly nicely. She said “It’s your confidence. You’re practically radiating it. I’ve known you for over three years and while this side is new to me, and this almost feels like a first date, I like it. You’re being you. You’re authentic. And people see that.”

Soon after we paid the check, left the restaurant, and headed for the show. By then, it was almost anti-climactic. Don’t get me wrong, the show was just fabulous. But it just couldn’t compare to the events leading up to it.

Well my lovelies, my bitches, my not-so-gentle readers, it is late and I need my beauty sleep. I shall return soon, I promise! Until then,


Bitches, I’m Back!

November 24, 2016 — Leave a comment

Yes, I’m back bitches! I may seem a little sassy right now but it’s been a whirlwind year and I feel I’ve earned it. And by whirlwind, I mean overall it has had some major downs but thing are looking up.

To start with, just over a year ago I lost my youngest grandson. He had an accident in the tub and passed away 10 days after his first birthday. I won’t go into the details but suffice it to say I lost between 3 and 4 months of my life. I honestly don’t know where they went. They are gone. I have a faint, foggy memory of Christmas but November, December, and January don’t seem to have existed. I look back on the last time I blogged and don’t remember writing anything in January but I see the evidence. But, as I started coming out of my grief and fog in February I realized I needed to change my life. I needed to be authentic and true to myself. And that’s when the next changes started.

I began talking with my wife about how this was not the life I wanted. I knew it wasn’t the life she wanted either. We had been living in an open relationship lifestyle for about 5 years but it wasn’t really working out. Aside from my gender fluidity, I had come to realize that I am really not wired for monogamy. That doesn’t mean I can’t love someone for a long time, or the rest of my life, but that they aren’t going to be the only person I love in a romantic or sexual manner. And, with everything I had learned, I began to change my philosophy and ideas around marriage. That is: Why do people need a certificate, or license, to prove they love each other and are committed to each other? Why can’t you just love each other and take care of each other, be there for one another, and support each other? Why do you have to share finances, a house, a car, etc just to say “we love each other and we’re married?” She, on the other hand, decided she needed that stability, that “paper document”, and everything else that comes with a marriage. She wanted the “status quo”, the identity of being a married couple and all the privileges granted to it. And that while she believed in open relationships and polyamory in theory, I believe she looked at her parent’s 50 plus years of marriage and saw that as the ultimate goal and achievement and couldn’t reconcile the two. In the end, we talked about it like mature adults and each decided that live the remainder of our lives as friends and to pursue our happiness along separate paths. We sold the house, paid off all our debt, divided the remainder, then filed for divorce ourselves.

All along the way, I began making changes to my life based on what I felt was being authentic to myself. I had never stopped wearing make-up to work but I became a bit more bold. Aside from the daily wear I had been using (foundation, concealer, powder, and mascara) I started adding eye shadow as well. It was usually something very subtle like a copper or bronze. I also began tweezing my brows a little more, shaping and thinning them.

At the same time, I had gotten back with my girlfriend (we had broken up right about the time our grandson died but that’s another story) and I began going to the salon with her for a manicure. At first I was just getting a basic treatment with trimmed nails and cuticles, and clear polish. Then she suggested I try something decorative for my index finger. I had aces done for my poker league, then a Lord of the Rings design. Around August I decided to go with a design based on Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon”: A black nail with the prism and rainbow. The nail artist misunderstood and instead of just painting one nail, did it across all of them. I was too embarrassed to tell her “No, I only wanted it on one nail” so I went with it. Other than all black (or mostly black) I really liked it. So the next trip I found and went with a metallic, charcoal grey. Then a 3-D Halloween design, to what I’m wearing now: heat sensitive, color-changing shellac in a light mauve to deep eggplant purple tones.

And all while I’m making these changes, I’m adding more bold shadows, and even liner to my daily wear. A co-worker and I created “winged eyeliner Thursday” where we see what kinds of cute and interesting designs we can make with eyeliner. It’s fun and I’m enjoying my life. I feel I am able to express who I truly am now.

I know this is a lot to drop on my lovelies, my bitches, my not so gentle readers, but I have to start somewhere. Look forward to more posts soon including pics of what I’ve learned to do in the last year. And aside from my life, there’s the whole word on fire too with anti-LGBTQ fear and uncertainty. I’ll cover that too.

But for now, goodnight my lovelies. Until next time…
Ciao, Denise

Coming out slowly

January 14, 2016 — 1 Comment

I have to admit, I have some pretty cool co-workers. I’ll also admit that I’ve been selectively coming out to those I’m fairly confident are open-minded and would have no issue with my non-traditional gender role.

In the 6 months I’ve been transitioning I’ve been making slow, but (somewhat) subtle changes. The daily wear I mentioned in my previous post is just one example. I’ve been applying that level of make-up daily since September. No one has really mentioned or said anything yet I have caught a few stares or lingering looks. When I first began make-up application prior to work, I talked with one co-worker, who is already aware of our non-traditional relationship models, and asked her to be a sort of barometer. What I meant was to gauge how noticeable, if at all, the level of concealer, powder, and mascara was. At that time her response was “I can barely tell that you’re wearing any now. You’re good. I wish I could apply my make-up that subtly”.
After a few weeks, and comfort levels increasing, I stopped asking her and she never said anything. On another occasion, I was talking to my cubicle mate and she sort of paused, stared at me for a few seconds, looking at me rather quizzically. I asked her what was looking at and she replied “Nothing really, you just look a little different today. I can’t put my finger on what it is”. So I told her. She replied that she never would have guessed but that it looked nice and natural.

Beginning mid to late Summer, I started going for a regular manicure and pedicure and showing up to work with neatly trimmed, and very polished nails. I have more comments on that than anything, but always positive. Most women who notice comment they wish their husbands would take care of the hands better. One even was a bit jealous as my nails were shinier than hers. I even went as far as having the stylist paint one nail completely blue with my favorite baseball team’s logo in white lettering on one nail. I kept that for three weeks without comment before it started to chip and I removed it.

Well today, I upped it one more level and came out to another co-worker. I’ve had my ear pierced since I was 18. I mostly wear small, single gem studs. I have an onyx pair, and a Peridot pair of my own, and my wife gave me a larger topaz set and I rotate them weekly. last night I found a pair of thick, silver hoops with an ivy pattern engraved around it. It’s about a half-inch diameter, and about 1/3 inch thick. It’s much more feminine than the others but I wore it to work today. I did get one comment from one of my close male co-workers this morning. He came up to my cube to ask me a question and said “Yo, I gotta question. Whoa, Medicine Man, cool earring”. I definitely didn’t sense any negativity from him. And, not other comments or remarks throughout the day.

And about mid morning is when I came out to another co-worker. She came over to my cube for advice one some code and was complaining that her feet were hurting and that she hated her shoes. I looked down to see that she had on a pair of cute black pumps with a little 1 inch kitten heel. I told her I didn’t see anything out-of-place with them. They didn’t look like the were pinching anywhere, or too loose so I said “you probably would do better with some trouser socks”. She rolled her eyes and told me no, that heels were a pain in her ass and that she hated wearing them. When I asked her why she replied “Wear a pair for 10 minutes and you’ll know why”.

I paused briefly, not sure how to respond. Do I tell her, and let on? Or do I play it off and just say “Yeah, you’re right”. In the end I decided to tell her. I pulled out my phone and found some old pictures of me en-femme, one specifically showing my legs and feet in heels. The same heels I displayed in one of my first posts last summer. As I showed her the pictures I said “These are 3 inch heels missy. I’ve walked up and down the outdoor mall and I go grocery shopping in these”. She gasped and said “Three inches! No way! These little ones kill me, there’s no way I could wear something like that”. I just grinned back and said “Well, they’re not a problem for me which means I still don’t know why you hate them”. She just rolled her eyes, admitted defeat, and said “Then you go and enjoy them, but not me”.

We wound up finishing the business she originally came over for and before she left I stopped and asked “Well, I hope that revelation didn’t freak you out or blow your mind”. She stopped and said “No, not really, we already know you’re weird”. And it was said in a friendly, non-judgmental way so I knew she was at ease. in fact, later in the day we were even joking about and talking about shoes again.

So in the end, yes, another positive coming out experience. I’m still trying to decide what my next move will be. Fell free to comment and give me ideas my lovelies.

Till next time,
Ciao, Denise

A New Year, A New Me

January 4, 2016 — Leave a comment

First off, let me apologize for the lack of posts over the last few months as life got in the way significantly. But, that’s what a New Year is about, starting afresh. And, mine started off rather positively!

I stopped at a big box retailer to get some items for the kittens (yes, I got kittens about 6 weeks ago) and on my way to the register I passed the women’s section of the department store. There were some lovely sweater dresses and I’ve needed something that actually fits and flatters my body. I found one at a reasonable price and figured if it didn’t work out I could always return it. I picked out a pretty, and elegant, charcoal grey, cable knit sweater dress. It was just calling my name! Oh, and I also found a little clutch to go with it. After all, it doesn’t make sense to go out in a cute, sexy dress and carry a man-wallet.

It fit well and once I added my control top pantyhose and Spanx tummy flattener it looked amazing! And that’s where things took a turn. I was getting hungry and needed to get something to eat but since I had spent a bit of effort getting everything on I didn’t want to take it all off and redress. So I decided to go out. Yikes!

I did my makeup and nails, transferred my license, credit card and some cash to the clutch and took off to my favorite restaurant for a margarita and maybe a little food. When I arrived the place looked a little empty much to my relief because I wasn’t sure I could handle a big crowd. But when I pulled up, I noticed the bar had several people sitting at it and I freaked out. So I backed out and drove around the shopping center, pulled into an empty parking space to calm myself down. While there I checked my hair and make-up, took a few deep breaths then headed back to the restaurant. As I pulled up I still saw several people at the bar but I also noticed my favorite waitress “J” which helped calm me. Since the place was nearly empty I decided I’d take a booth and hope that the “J” would help ease my nervousness.

The butterflies in my stomach were on overdrive as I swayed into the restaurant. J was in her usual “Welcome, how many are there tonight” greeting when she recognized me and her face lit up. “Oh, welcome back, you look amazing!” That really helped a lot. She asked if I was going to sit at the bar but I told her maybe a booth tonight as there were others already sitting there and I was nervous.

J handed me the menu and took my drink order then went back to the hostess stand. As I was taking my bite of the chips and salsa, one of the waiters I know well “A” came over to check on me and as he approached, recognized me and said “Happy New Year, amigo, how you doing? I almost didn’t recognize you. You look great!”. I was totally surprised at this but felt the nervousness ease even more. And the night kept getting better. The bartender, “C” brought my margarita and sat down across from me. “Feliz años nuevo amigo, como esta? Why aren’t you sitting at the bar tonight?” I explained my nervousness about the others at the bar but he told me nonsense, come on up.

So I moved to the bar, sipping on my margarita, lightly munching on the chips and salsa while waiting on my food. That’s when the night reached its peak. J and the owner’s granddaughter came over and sat in the chair next to me and the little girl reached up and said “I like how you did your hair tonight”. I was floored. I expected “Are you a boy, or a girl?” I expected confusion. But she seemed totally at ease. It was amazing! I felt pretty! I felt sexy! I felt accepted!

But the night didn’t end there. I closed down the place and was about to head home when I realized I still needed to get some items from the market. So I changed course and did some shopping for my weekly meals. I grabbed a cart, put my clutch in the basket and took off. I didn’t seem to get any unusual stares but I wasn’t paying attention. I was being in the moment, just being some woman out shopping. After making my way through produce I stopped at the deli counter. Since it was late I wasn’t sure they were still open so I asked the attendant. Her response helped boost my attitude: “I’m sorry ma’am, the deli closed 5 minutes ago, we’ve already started cleaning the equipment”. Wait, she called me ma’am? How exciting!

I slowed my walk a bit as I pushed the cart through the store, getting sassier as I shopped, swaying my hips a bit more. Several other employees also greeted me with ma’am after asking questions, and I even got several polite good evening’s from other shoppers. What a totally positive experience!

The only thing that marred the night was when I got home. As I was carry the bags from the car I felt something weird with one of my pumps. My first thought was that I had broken the tip off the heel. I unloaded the groceries and went to the bedroom to get a better look at it. That’s when I realized the heel had actually broken about an inch up. It was still wrapped in the leather but instead of pointing straight down it was bent forward at about a 30 degree angle. I tried to see if I could straighten it but it had also pulled the sole away from the heel. So time for some new shoes. Lucky me!


July 6, 2015 — Leave a comment

I hope everyone (at least my US readers) enjoyed their 3-day weekend. I know I did. Both my girlfriend and I had the day off on the 3rd and we talked about my desire to cross dress. She has another friend who has shown “interest” in dressing as well and showed her a few pictures of himself dressed. His idea and mine are not the same and I wanted to assure her that unlike him, I did not ascribe to the “wear a pair of panties and a corset, slap on some lipstick and a costume wig” and say “Look, I’m a girl”.

I believe in trying to pass. I believe in making myself look pretty and not just a “guy in a wig with lipstick”.

With that, we agreed that I would transition from myself to Denise for her.

I got out my makeup bag, got dressed in my panties, stockings, and high heels. I put on my wig and started on my makeup. And I worked carefully and took my time. I did my concealer and foundation and got an even, natural base. Then added the mineral powder working my way up my face. I did a combination of liquid eyeliner and pencil and got a neat, cat-eye shape then proceeded to add the eye shadow and mascara. I finished with a little blush and then my dark plum-colored lipstick with gloss. One final brush of the wig to neaten it up and I walked up the stairs for my presentation. Her words were “Wow! You look pretty! That’s not what I imagined. You look like an angel”.

It felt very good to hear those things and I was very happy. We spent a few hours in the basement while I worked around the desk filing, cleaning up, and organizing all while dressed as Denise. Eventually, the day and house started getting warm and I was sweating under the wig so it was time to take everything off and return to my regular guy day.

Next time, I’ll provide pictures of the final results.

Ciao! Denise

Amazingly, my company’s HR released a “Summer shorts” policy that allows employee to wear shorts to work between July and Labor Day! Woohoo!

Except that I’ve been shaving my legs for over 2 years so this is the first day that my co-workers have a chance to notice. I’m prepared and will be honest. If any asks, I’ll tell them I prefer the feeling of smooth legs and that when I go home at night, I transform into Denise.

On a side note… One of my co-workers DID notice my “shiny nails” as she called them and asked if I get manicures. Of course I told her I do. She remarked that they were very pretty and were shiner than hers. (I think she’s jealous 🙂 )

Anyway, toodles all, have a wonderful weekend.