Today I thought that I would be home alone for a couple of hours. I was undecided if I would dress as there was such a short time available. As I was desperate to try on some recent purchases, I proceeded to get all dressed up less the make-up. Having gone through the agony of getting the body into shape I decided that the face needed some attention. I applied very minimum make up and proceeded with the mini photoshoot, all the time acutely aware of the time pressure. Thinking that I had until noon to clean up I started the process at 11:15. I was using the upstairs bathroom to remove my lippy and eye make-up with the intention of using the downstairs (better) shower to remove the remaining foundation etc. At the last minute I decided to use the upstairs shower for the final cleanup. Imagine my surprise when, on leaving the bathroom in nothing but a towel, I came face to face with my daughter in law who having returned early from her outing was putting our grandson to bed.
nothing for her to see but if I had followed through on my original plan, we
would have come face to face with my face fully made up less lips and eyes Phew
This, the latest
in a string of near misses, has come about as a result of my son and his partner
moving in with us to save for a house of their own. This has severely curtailed
Trixy time which is why I am taking a few more risks than I normally would with
my dressing sessions.
While dressing today an idea just popped into my head that it might look good if I dressed as a girl in one of my old suits Not sure what inspired me but it could be a silly illustration of the current infatuation with gender issues. What could be more gender fluid than a man dressing as a girl dressing as a man, confused?.
The double cross-dressing idea is not the only crazy one that has come to me in recent weeks. The other day while pottering around E-bay I found an auction for a lovely pair of harem/belly dancing pants. I entered a silly low bid, as you do, and thought no more about it until a couple of hours before the end of the auction when an email reminded me that I was still winning the auction.
Well the realisation that I might soon be the proud owner of a lovely pair of harem pants triggered another crazy idea or more precisely a series of crazy ideas. Realising that if I did win the auction nothing in my wardrobe would match the gorgeous pants. Frantically I scoured E-Bay for all the separate items that make up a full belly dancing outfit (they were remarkable easy to find). I loaded them into my shopping cart and waited for the auction to end, I was beginning get excited about winning and win I did.
I immediately placed orders for a matching veil headdress, bra top, hip scarf, ankle/wrist bracelets and a lovely gold pair of belly dancing shoes, I am soon being the owner of a gorgeous belly dance outfit (pics to come).
Now on the surface my belly dancing purchases might appear to be an impulse purchase but in reality, I have fantasied for years about becoming a hareem girl so this apparent impulse buy was just making a fantasy come true.
As I have become increasingly comfortable with my femininity I find I am able to play out an increasing number of my long-time fantasies. I was a French maid very early in my feminine journey (I still am from time to time) and on-line shopping is a great enabler when it comes to finding fantasy outfits.
So were the hell do the crazy ideas come from, I don’t know or care and only hope that they keep coming as they are so much fun.