Have you ever felt the urge to wake up and face the day as a woman? Perhaps spending a few beautiful hours before the masculine reality of your day sets in? Today’s crossdressing success story comes from Vicki, our very own guest author on Crossdresser Heaven. You can read many of Vicki’s writings about Crossdressing and Christianity on this website as well.
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Vicki’s Morning Crossdressing Success Story
Well, it’s a small step but a step nevertheless. My cross dressing success story involves a decision to just go out and get the Sunday paper this morning. I was still in my makeup and had nail polish on from my day off Saturday which I spent most of lounging around the house and indulging my feminine side. I had slept well, and when I woke up, I was just enjoying the feeling of still being dressed, in a nightgown and still having traces of makeup and my bright red nails. My usual routine is to go out in the dark, and take a walk, or if my tired knees will handle it a short run, come home, scrub any leftover makeup off, remove the nail polish and drab off to the store for the paper and maybe a bite to eat. But I was enjoying the luxurious feel of the nightgown and I decided this was it, I’ll freshen up, fluff my hair, put on something discrete and just go get the paper while the coffee brewed.
Still in panties I pulled on a pair of pantyhose, a pair of faced blue jeans, a bra and a pink blouse. I decided on a pair of ankle boots and with a quick makeup touchup, I was ready to go. I put my wallet in a purse I borrowed from my girlfriend; put on her denim jacket grabbed the car keys and headed out the door. I was up pretty early so it was still dark and my plan was to head for a fairly remote, (for the city, 7-11. Tucked away in the northeast part of Seattle and across from Magnusson Park, I felt that the only eyes I would have to deal with were the clerk’s. I drove off, got to the store and parked and without any hesitation got out and went in to grab a paper, pay, and leave. The clerk looked at me briefly as I walked to the paper stand. Dang!. The Sunday edition had not reached this part of town yet. The Advance Bulldog was there but no Sunday edition. I turned around, smiled at the clerk, muttered something about the wrong edition, and went back to my car. Whew… that was pretty easy. Well, I’m out to get a paper so let’s just do this.
Giving up the cover of remoteness I drove a short distance to a better traveled road, a more central 7-11 and parked the car. I was the only one there, as it was still pretty early, but I got out, went in, found the paper, went to the counter and paid for it. I looked the clerk in the eye, if he had any reaction he was very good at concealing it, and said in my best feminine voice, “just the paper today”, and “thank you, have a good day” and headed back to the car. I drove home, shed my outside clothes, put the gown back on, grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down to enjoy my morning paper and the satisfaction of making one more bold step out.
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That reminded me of my paper route days. I would put on nylons under my pants and do my morning paper route. I was only 10 at the time but this was my way of connecting with my femine side. My mother knew but never let on to what I was doing. We all experience different ways of experssing our femine side at different ages. I knew I should have been female at a very young age, around 3-4. We all know this is not something one tries to become but is embeded in our chemistry all our lives.I did… Read more »