A Weekend as Lizzy

It was finally happening.

My living situation meant that I would finally have the house to myself for a weekend—the first time in a few months—so this meant one thing: for the first time as a member of CDH, I could spend the weekend en femme as Lizzy and try some nice outfits and looks.

Before I go any further, I can tell you that I still dress in secret at home, but I’m slowly gaining in confidence since posting on CDH, due to the positive comments and support received from my fellow members. I never thought a thirty-something, heterosexual male, with no sense of style, could even look the slightest bit feminine, until I started posting here.

Anyway, Friday night came and after another tough week in my job, I couldn't wait to get en femme. As soon as I’d finished work for the week and eaten my evening meal, it was time to start my preparation: slowly digging out my clothes, underwear, wig and make-up from my secret hiding places before, most importantly, shaving my legs and chest and having a shower. I’d forgotten how long this took and started to think ‘what's the point’, after all I was tired and just wanted to chill; however, I convinced myself it would be worth it.

Soon, I was in my bedroom, dressing gown and wig cap on, ready to do my make-up and hopefully remembering my routine. Concealer all around my face but paying special attention to areas with stubble, then foundation. Next, doing my eyebrows, blusher and lipstick (not progressed as far as eye make up yet).

Make up done, time to get dressed. Tucking-panties on to hide my manhood—feeling relieved that I remembered how to tuck—then some nice, black, silk knickers over the top and tights (with that nice feeling of smooth nylon on freshly shaved legs). Bra and breast forms next, then time for a silk, black vest and underskirt (I like the feeling of silk next to tights). Now, underwear and foundation garments on, it’s time to don my dress, a nice, red, and long, floral-print number, plus a wig in the style of a short, blonde bob.

Finally the moment had come to see myself as Lizzy in the mirror. Would all my time spent getting ready be worth it? I can honestly say it was. The dress really suited me and felt very comfortable, but more importantly, I felt fabulous; so yes, all the time spent getting ready was worth it.

I paired the dress with a light blue leather jacket that I had been dying to wear but before, had no matching outfit, and thought this was a really cute and casual look.

I spent a lovely Friday night just chilling out, enjoying a few drinks and dancing around the living room to some music. Now you have to get me really drunk in guy mode to get me to do this, but as Lizzy, I felt so fab. I just felt like dancing, and to quote Shania Twain, 'Man! I Feel Like a Woman!'

I  did the same on the Saturday night, but in a short, 60s-style, paisley-pattern dress, which I am tempted to wear for fancy dress sometime.

On Sunday, I did something on the spur of the moment. I'd not planned to dress in the afternoon, but I came home from shopping for a few supplies for the week and suddenly felt the ‘pink fog’ get a hold of me. I quickly stripped off my male clothes and donned a green top, a skirt and black tights. Somehow, doing it on the spur of the moment felt even better than planning it; entering my bedroom in guy mode and exiting en femme was certainly an uplifting experience.

So how did this feel, I hear you ask? Well, I can honestly say this weekend was just what the doctor ordered as it was extremely uplifting and liberating to spend a weekend en femme; it was the perfect escape from everyday life. The photo attached shows the magic moment of me seeing myself as Lizzy on the Friday night, experiencing a thrill that I find doesn't go away.

Hopefully, I may one day have the confidence to dress in public, but for now I just enjoy chilling out at home en femme.

Hugs

Lizzy