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Unplanned interaction with delivery man

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(@paulapantyhose)
Estimable Member     western part of state, Texas, United States of America
Joined: 7 years ago

So today has been interesting, exciting and scary all at once.  I was expecting a package this afternoon and the UPS tracking said it would be here between 1:15pm and 4:15PM. Checked UPS tracking does this package need an adult signature, not an listed requirement.  So I got dressed in my LBD, heels and the rest of my normal stuff.

Sitting here in a work meeting on computer, the dog goes off and the bell rings. Ok no big deal. Look out expecting to see the delivery man walking away. He is not walking back to the truck, he is waiting for someone to answer the door.  He rings again. What to do?  Do I run change and hope he does not leave with the expensive package I was expecting?  Not sure he will wait that long, so I just cracked the door and tried to hide from, he handed me the packages. I am sure he saw something but I am not sure what. Hope that is not what gets me outed in my small ci

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(@jacquelinelarkspur)
Joined: 1 year ago

Famed Member     Gateshead, Tyne and Wear, United Kingdom
Posts: 1497

@paulapantyhose 

What a heart thumper! I'm with Rebecca and Angela in saying you have nothing to be concerned about. Multi-drop delivery drivers are on far too tight a schedule to pay much attention to the sights they see on their rounds. You'll have maybe brightened his day, though!

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(@ellyd22)
Joined: 2 years ago

Majestic Member     Norfolk, United Kingdom
Posts: 5189

@paulapantyhose Your heart must have been racing!

It won't be a problem at all though. Even if he did see 'something' I'm sure he won't have been in the least bothered. Delivery drivers are so overworked that all he'd be thinking about at that point is making the delivery as quickly as possible and getting on to the next one ...

Ellie x

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(@lizk)
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Illustrious Member     North County San Diego, California, United States of America
Posts: 3845

@ellyd22 Delivery drivers can become quite flustered if you're wearing the proper attire.....

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Lady
(@tiffany8)
Joined: 1 year ago

Reputable Member     Ontario, Canada
Posts: 119

@paulapantyhose 

Should have pulled a Mrs Doubtfire and shoved your face in a cake and then answered the door lol

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(@river)
Joined: 1 year ago

Noble Member     New Hampshire, United States of America
Posts: 827

@paulapantyhose He has probably seen so many things at this point that it did not phase him one bit.  Regardless each time my driveway alarm goes off and Im in Fem I hide lol.

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(@lucyb112)
Joined: 2 years ago

Noble Member     Staffordshire, United Kingdom
Posts: 1004

@paulapantyhose 

It does raise the heart rate somewhat doesn’t it?

A similar thing happened to me last week.

If I’m expecting a delivery while working at home, I tend to wear something I can cover up quickly. 
However, last week I was downstairs in the kitchen at the front of the house making a cup of tea and the postie came up the drive with a parcel I’d forgotten was coming that day. 

I had no time to go upstairs and do a quick change, and I couldn’t afford to miss the delivery, so I just took out the breast forms and went to the door as I was. Fortunately I was wearing trousers, but I had on a blouse and heels.

Luckily it wasn’t the usual postman, but a lady that I hadn’t seen before.  She just smiled, said Hi and handed me the parcel and left! 

 

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Lady
(@dazzler)
Joined: 4 years ago

Noble Member     Cardiff, South Glamorgan, United Kingdom
Posts: 822

A couple of years ago, before I was to everyone and only a few friends and family knew, I would open the door to delivery people as Cerys. They don't know me. They weren't going to tell anyone that I knew etc etc.

One day, I was expecting a delivery. The man that made the delivery wasn't the usual man. This man was a cool looking black dude. I opened the door wearing a short black skirt,  black tights, ankle boots and a rock chick style T-shirt.... I took the parcel, and I signed the tablet... Then as the man was about to leave he said "Man, you is rocking that look! It's not for me, but you is rocking it!". I thanked him and said that was what I was trying to achieve 🙂

Delivery drivers rarely say much, but Cerys has appeared in a number of proof of delivery photographs 🙂

Cerys

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(@oregongal)
Joined: 2 years ago

Active Member     Portland, Oregon, United States of America
Posts: 8

@paulapantyhose As a once upon a time mailperson, I can guarantee we have often seen things one would not expect.  Some nice, some not so nice, some weird, some mysterious.  Just part of the day.  But if he got a look at a beautiful woman, you did great.  Maybe next time you will show him the whole package, so to speak.

 

Robyn

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(@Anonymous 94392)
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@paulapantyhose I never thought the spaghetti straps on my yoga bra would show so I went to Home Depot to buy some sheets of drywall and just pulled a jacket on before I left.  It was a long time after that, when I was wearing that same combination and I went to turn off the bathroom light.  I thought, as long as I'm in here, let's take a look at the back.  And sure enough.  Wow.  Plain as day.

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Duchess
(@pattyphose)
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Famed Member     Long Island, New York, United States of America
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@paulapantyhose

 When I got my own place at 18, I did some serious upgrading of my wardrobe. I first went out when I was 17. My look was like Daisy Duke. I went out a lot with that look. I walked among a lot of people, went into stores, walked around,  browsed femme clothes, rode escalators to give those behind me a great view of my sexy legs in pantyhose. What a thrill I got from that.

Back then,  my big and bold adventure was buying pantyhose while wearing pantyhose and showing off a lot of leg in my little Daisy Duke shorts. I thought that would be a ridiculously insane thrill. It was, and was every time I did it. Then what I considered even bolder was shopping for and buying shoes while in Daisy mode. I tried on shoes, walked around, got looks and interactions with other customers. I posed for them, put on a show and got their approval on my choices.

That was my first interactions with others while out femme. I began doing a lot of pantyhose and shoes shopping in my Daisy look. I got complimented on having nice legs, got asked about my pantyhose, was politely told I had a run and got compliments on my shoes.

When I got my own place, I could dress freely. If I decided to go out I would be free to come and go as I pleased, without having to hide my femme items, or had to cover them us as I was coming or going.

My look upgrade I envisioned was dressing Daisy up, Daisy in a dress. I bought some fabulous, very short and sexy dresses. I was amazed at how incredibly sexy I looked and how amazing I felt when wearing them. I got a couple of pairs of stiletto heels. I could barely stand in them, but they made my legs look oh so sexy. With my wig on I looked so beautiful and sexy. I have to go out in this. This was my own place. I didn't have to hide. I could go and return anytime I wanted.

I had to walk from my place to the parking area. It was maybe 200 feet. I grabbed my purse and open the door slowly. As I began to leave, I heard a noise. I quickly retreated back inside. After a few more attempts, it seemed quiet. Time to go. I shut the door and began my walk to the car. The cool breeze on my legs and under my dress felt heavenly. The sound of my heels clicking on the pavement was mesmerizing. Looking down at my legs as I walked, I was so happy. I'm so beautiful and sexy. I was in a total, euphoric pink fog.

That all came to a sudden end when I nearly walked into a guy walking his dog. Oh no! My first time out at my new place and I nearly walk into someone. And I'm dressed so sexy. I was in a panic. I felt like running back to the house, but the car was closer. I'll just walk quickly to the car and get in. Maybe he didn't notice me.

I got to the car and opened the door. The interior lights shined on my legs. For a moment I thought, "WOW! Amazing. I quickly got in the car with my heart pounding. I needed to calm down before I could drive or even walk back to the house. After a few minutes, I began to reflect on what happened. That actually was pretty exciting.

I started the car and began to drive.  I noticed the guy and dog. I waved as I passed them. I drove around a while, got out in a few places and returned home. As I got out of the car, I had no concern or worries about being seen again. In fact, I was dressed to impress and draw attention. t I was hoping there would be others who would see  me.

For the next year or so, I would dress often at home in things I really loved. I went out often, just confidentially walking from the house to the car and back. I didn't wait until the coast was clear. If  I was near someone, I would smile, say hello or wave.

I wonder if the neighbors thought there was a girl and a guy living in my apartment of if they realized the girl and guy who lived there was the same person.

I think the more we do this, the more likely we will get caught. Maybe that's part of the thrill and excitement. Even when I did get caught, noticed or had an interactions with another person, in spite of my fear and panic, I tried to behave normally.

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Lady
(@eldred)
Joined: 3 years ago

Reputable Member     Cardiff, Mid Glamorgan, United Kingdom
Posts: 219

I once answered the door to a young pizza delivery guy in the middle of a dressing session.But I wore my male clothes over my femme outfit complete with tights/pantyhose.I have to admit that he was very handsome and oh so cute.I often think what his reaction would be if I answered the door as Roberta.Woukd he have found me cute?

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(@denimwear)
Joined: 4 years ago

    Other, Alberta, Canada
Posts: 697

@paulapantyhose 

Hi Paula,

I would think that delivery drivers are like windows cleaners in that they have seen ot all. 

Lynne 

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(@dovemtn2016)
Joined: 1 year ago

Honorable Member     Tucson, Arizona, United States of America
Posts: 307

@paulapantyhose UPS guy? No problem. Neighbor? That would be a problem.

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(@rebeccabaxter)
    Cornwall, United Kingdom
Joined: 1 year ago

I don't think I'd bother, he wasn't going to be local and the way things are with parcel delivery services, you're probably not going to see him very often. I used to deliver parcels for a living and saw many things, including a cross-dresser or two, it was just one of those things to go with all the other things I saw.

 

A quick story about delivering things, not related to cross-dressing but showing how odd things can be seen as a delivery driver:

Whenever I had something awkward to deliver, I always went to the house first to see if the recipeient was in. I knocked on this one door and explained that there was a delivery for them. They said "I wonder what that could be?" I went back to the truck and brought out a 12' surf board! "Oh yes," she said, "I'd forgotten about that."

And the moral is: Never order things after a few wines.! (I did it myself with a didgeridoo from Australia, but that's another story).

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(@ab123)
Illustrious Member     Surrey, United Kingdom
Joined: 5 years ago

I am with Rebecca, they just want to get the parcel out of the van and delivered.

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(@butteryeffect)
Reputable Member     Preston, Lancashire, United Kingdom
Joined: 2 years ago

I had the same a few weeks ago, at the time I was wearing dark joggers and a androgynous black womens chunky black jumper so I went and answered the door thinking the delivery guy just wouldn't notice. He gave me a disgusted look and then looked me up and down and walked off so I went and looked in the mirror and I had forgotten that I was wearing a womens tee shirt underneath that had a lacy neck and that was visible above the neck line of the jumper. 

I'm not bothered really, he wasn't a regular but the look he gave me just undermines the notion that "no one cares"

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(@Anonymous 94392)
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@butteryeffect I had something very similar wearing female,  but not overly feminine, jeans and t-shirt. All good though the breasts  and bra might have been a bit of a giveaway. Ah well.

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(@sashabennett)
Noble Member     Wick, Caithness, United Kingdom
Joined: 1 year ago

That reminds me of  way back when. I had a bad back so was off work, I wore my wife's basque under my dressing gown as it helped to ease the pain. Half way through the day there was an unexpected delivery so I hobbled to the door to take it in.

I was a bit surprised when I got some funny looks from the driver until I realised that the suspenders were hanging below the bottom of the dressing gown.

I thought about it for a bit & then thought, Ahh what the heck, I don't care & it gave him a story to tell

Laugh Cry  

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Lady
(@jjandme)
Famed Member     California, United States of America
Joined: 5 years ago

Nothing to worry about, and just maybe you made his day a little brighter and brought a smile to his face. 

I had this happen to me as well. I was having a relaxing day all dressed up except for a wig. There was a knock at the door and the UPS man was waiting. I forgot we had a wine delivery which need to be signed for, so I just opened the door, said hello and signed for my wine. The driver did not blink an eye...jist another day in the job.

When things like this happen, I hope it makes his day, and just maybe it gives him an idea to go home and put on something pretty for his wife. If nothing else he can tell his wife he saw a CD and it might spark a conversation and enlighten a couple more people.

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(@myalterego)
Estimable Member     Fort Smith, Arkansas, United States of America
Joined: 3 years ago

Had a new double door Fridge brought in from the local rental service, (last year), as always I am dressed and was called ma'am while the two young men wrestle the Fridge in the front door and to the room where I wished it to be parked.  All they wanted to do was get it in and plant it where I wanted it, none really paid any attention to the grey hair lady and when I thank them I got "Thank you Ma'am, have a nice day" and off they went.

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(@hottestwitch)
    Leicester, Leicestershire, United Kingdom
Joined: 3 years ago

Are you sure he didn't just think you were a regular woman?  I can only say that I envy you for how brave you were in the first place...  Holly XXX

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(@finallyfiona)
    Leighton Buzzard, Bedfordshire, United Kingdom
Joined: 1 year ago

I decided a few weeks ago that the postman wasn't going to tell anyone, and just went for it - it was exhilarating, if brief!  He's seen Fiona twice now, with different looks.  I think it was the notification that my parcel was (unexpectedly) out for delivery on my regular Fiona day that did it for me. If I'd heard the knock unannounced, I'd have frozen. 

I've made up my mind now that I'm just going to open the door en femme to whoever it is from now on - deliveries, sales, surveys, religion, politicians, maybe even the neighbours (which will save me going and seeking them out to have the coming-out conversation with them!).  When the window cleaner restarts his round in Spring, I'll usually hear him setting up his ladder, which gives me time to work out whether it's going to be 'fight or flight'.  Last year when he arrived while I was en femme I hid in my bedroom with thick curtains drawn and paid him online, but now I'm going to greet & pay him at the door too - I bet he'll get a shock! I'm still inclined to stay out of whichever room that he's doing the window of at any point though, just like I would in drab.

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(@myalterego)
Joined: 3 years ago

Estimable Member     Fort Smith, Arkansas, United States of America
Posts: 101

@finallyfiona My Postman knows, and can related as he has a daughter who is now his son, when I can I try to catch him and catch up with the local gossip.  The Lady that delivered from meals on wheels is also my friend on Facebook, she knows and if I could I would adopt her as another daughter, super sweet gal, single mother of two, her kids are also super.  I still use my male ID there on Facebook and have not posted up to date snaps of me there, but someday.  Everyone on the block that is near me has seen me, so all know and I am sure my sons have briefed them as well.  There been a few time when we had the Sheriff Dept out here for calls where I have talk and gave statements.  They now all know as well.

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(@finallyfiona)
Joined: 1 year ago

    Leighton Buzzard, Bedfordshire, United Kingdom
Posts: 1447

@myalterego 

Oh goodness, that post was a while ago, so much has changed since then!  I've been out to the neighbours for a few months, I even had a good chat en femme with one of them I saw in the supermarket the other day.  I now open the door in any state of full or partial femininity, as long as I'm decent.  Not long after getting up, still in satin chemise and panties, with just my shorty gown over and smooth bare legs?  Nice dress over full shaping but 3 day stubble because I've still not shaved yet?  No problem with either!  Actually the one person I haven't seen at all is the window cleaner.  I guess he's called it a day on the ladder now and I need another one.

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(@rhondalee)
Prominent Member     Winston-Salem, North Carolina, United States of America
Joined: 3 years ago

Good for you! You are bound to have a lot of fun encounters! I'd love to hear about them!

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(@ladymakenzie)
Noble Member     Brighton, Michigan, United States of America
Joined: 9 years ago

Paula,

I will tell you not to worry.   I opened my door to both a court officer serving me a subpoena, and couple of ladies evangelizing for the Jevhovah's Witnesseses.  In both cases, I was wearing clearly feminine attire - my favorite gingham dress for the court officer and a maxi denim skirt and blouse for the missionaries.  The court officer was suprised that I knew and expected the subpoena, not for my attire.  I don't know what the missionaries thought specifically, but it was clear that they were uncomfortable.  And it was downright amusing to keep them engaged for almost 10 minutes asking them questions standing on my front porch.

MacKenzie Alexandra

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(@eiddy)
Active Member     Indiana, United States of America
Joined: 6 years ago

Delivery drivers just want to get there day done. Tho he may have given you a second thought at the end of his day, by then he wouldn't remember what house you were at so all good.  

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(@Anonymous 94392)
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A classic dilemma . In years gone by I would have hidden or quickly changed into the emergency drab clothes strategically places. 

These days I don't care and it doesn't appear food and parcel deliverers do either . If I'm dressed I always answer the door as I am and that includes when I'm not made up or wearing a wig. 

Not one of them has batted an eyelid , they've probably seen it all . 

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(@gynaeceum)
Trusted Member     Omaha, Nebraska, United States of America
Joined: 2 years ago

The thrill of outing oneself inadvertently or accidentally when partially dressed only in very attractively revealing women’s undergarments and heels—when dressed, that is, en femme partiellement—is always a joy for me—no doubt the result in part of my wanting to exhibit my true self to others as well as to myself, but also, to be honest, no doubt the result in part of an incurable and always very satisfying exhibitionist behavioral tendency, a tendency that’s always been as stimulating as it has been exciting, from as early as I can remember. Such an accidental outing just happened to me toward the end of last month, and though now for me only a joyous revelatory memory, it’s nevertheless something I’m ready to repeat when circumstances next are permitting.

 

One of the things I do every weekday morning, an hour or so before working out at 5 at the local gym to achieve through continuous dedicated body-shaping a figure more feminine than masculine, especially at the waist, is to prepare the kitchen for breakfast. What makes this activity so much fun to engage in and go about completing, after having undone my pony tail and let down over my shoulders and chest my very long, voluminous hair, is I usually do it clad only in black thigh-highs, black high heels, and a white Rago Lacette long-line B-cup bra with realistic breast forms combined with a white high-waist Rago padded panty, two very flattering undergarments which, when worn together, always enable a successful and convincing “tuck” while achieving that much-coveted feminine swank, nature’s gift to young women, which many here at CDH work hard to achieve and maintain with enviable success. I know that were I dressed in masculine drab, the morning chore would be laborious, dull, and seemingly un-ending. But dressed as I normally am partially en femme when putting out dishes for toast, preparing the drip coffee filter, heating water for coffee, etc., minutes pass like seconds, and the half hour or so the chore usually takes to be completed I always ruefully wish was a day long, if not longer.

 

One early morning this past late-January, however, the snow, forecasted to fall later that day, had already arrived much sooner than expected upon my awakening, and once fully dressed partially en femme to prepare the kitchen as I normally do, I realized my anticipated kitchen chore would be added to and thereby diminished by that of shoveling the house’s deck, walkways, and driveway, which would require my going seriously drab in numerous layers of wool and worsted for the rest of the morning, if not longer, since clearing snow by hand and shovel around the house usually takes several hours.

 

Knowing my chance at enjoying—no, luxuriating in—the always different and very pleasurable physical feelings experienced when clad in my Lacette long-line bra with realistic breast forms, high-waist padded panties, stockings, and heels would have to be abbreviated owing to the dim climatic reality facing me outside, I proceeded with what had to be done in preparation for the day’s first meal and found myself racking my brain, time and again, trying to come up with ways I might postpone the inevitable. When completing those kitchen tasks and ruing the imminent conclusion of my current morning tuck, a tuck always accentuated and facilitated by a panty-liner extending after covering the entirety of the undergarment’s gusset about an inch up the front of the panty, I suddenly heard what sounded like a loud clawing or growling sound made by shovels repeatedly clearing concrete of several inches of snow outside near and about the walkway leading to the house’s front porch and front door.

 

Confused and curious, I put down as quickly as possible the coffee cup I’d been holding in hand before me and, not thinking about how I was currently dressed, made my way quickly to the kitchen’s open door, and then through it, into the house’s next front room which separates the foyer from the kitchen. No lights were on in that center room or in the foyer, and since it was a late-January early morning, it was still dark outside. But while darkness lay before me as I hurriedly entered that center room to discover the source of the strange noises coming from outside, I initially forgot that the lights were still on in the kitchen providing the possibility of a sexy silhouette for anyone to see from outside because the two large windows in the center room are never curtained since plants are located there, below them, to enjoy and prosper from a consistent northern light during the day.

 

When realizing in the center of the room the inviting appearance my sudden approach and abrupt halt had afforded anyone looking at that moment through the windows into the house, my thoughts didn’t cause me, in the hope of re-attaining some degree of modesty, to reverse course immediately to find the safer ground of concealment in the kitchen, but instead enabled me in an inkling to understand that stopping and standing in my heels as I’d just done had led to my putting my chest forward and curving the small of my back, which immediately raised and accentuated the contour of my posterior created by the padding in my panties. Inadvertently I realized just then, too, that I’d by chance struck the same pose often assumed by many Playboy playmates I’d enviously in my youth wanted to be or at least have a female body like so that I might also be photographed as they had been in seductive poses and included in the magazine’s “spreads” to invite onlookers like me to look again and again and greedily want more.

 

This epiphany, however, was cut short at that moment by sudden caterwauls and whistling coming from outside by what appeared to be two young fellows who, standing in the dark of the walkway with shovels now in hand, had walked to the house to help their neighbors shovel snow, given how heavy the early-hours snowfall had been. They obviously had finished their task around the house and, enjoying the visual treat now immediately afforded them, could see me through the windows. Just then, too, as I next remembered they could see me only in silhouette, I began, seizing advantage of the inadvertent exhibitionist opportunity given me by my own blunder to strut my stuff, to move myself as if I were something approximating an exotic dancer to see if those new suggestive moves and motions rallied by my imagination would elicit even more expression of approval from the two indistinct members of my accidental audience, outside, no doubt shivering in the dark. The thrill of being perceived as a minimally-clad, sexy woman enticing the shadowy individuals outside in the early-morning January crisp air clapping and carrying on—one of them could even be heard saying, “Come on, Baby”—was so satisfying, stimulating, and validating that, as I turned to leave the room (something I knew that had to be done before being found out), I put my two hands behind my head in order to raise my hair from behind, as Ann-Margaret was want to do, and let it fall on my shoulders in a come-hither-to-me way, which led both outside next to start hooting and stamping their boots on the walkway, and repeating vigorously in a chant-like way the expression “Show more; show more; take it off; take it off!”

 

Hearing as I did at that moment articulation of that primal desire, the thought of an equally ardent desire on my part to accommodate my audience one last time crossed my mind in an instant and, before quitting the room, I turned again to the windows, bent at the knee to my left with both knees together the way Marilyn Monroe would often do to tempt the onlooker by emphasizing the contours of her beautiful body, took hold with both hands each side of my chest to frame my bust initially, which in that instant was tantalizingly and invitingly thrust forward, and then let slide down both sides of my cinched waist to my haunch bones those same hands before completing the maneuver by raising my right hand to my lips to throw a kiss to my audience now hungry with the thought more was yet to be enjoyed.

 

It was a Queen-for-the-Day moment I’d had by accident, and what it taught me was the real power the female has over the male, a natural power stifled by drab male-dominated society for centuries, a power I relish and will never stop yearning for—the one I’ve known from as early as I can remember that makes the world go round.

 

Once back in the kitchen, I prayed for snow the next day before turning out the light.

 

Livi

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