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On Christmas day my friend invited me over for dinner and gift exchange and she said Brandy can come to. I wore a cute Christmas sweater dress with lurex tights and over the knee boots and wig. I did not wear my breast because I'm still recovering from open heart surgery. (I did not want to wear a bra strapped around the area.) Anyway the dinner and gift exchange was fun and everyone liked my outfit when it was time to leave I started my car and let him warm up. We said our good byes I love you etc. I got into the car and my first thought was my butt is cold why is my butt cold. My leather seats never made it cold before. I was thinking this all the way home. After getting home and bringing in everything I started changing. Then it hit me why my butt was cold I was wearing satin panties. Not very warm on leather seat on a cold winter night lol. Now I know that little secret GG go threw I ordered seat warmers. From now on when I go on a date in winter the ladies will have a warm seat.
I won't have leather seats in my cars unless they're heated! And that's just in the UK winter, let alone what you gals in the States have to put up with 🙂 Mental note, I must go out for a winter drive en femme in a skirt or dress to experience the warming a little more up close and personal 😊
The moral is - In the winter seats should be heated if they are sat in...... and your seat is also satin....
Hi Brandie,
Just goes to show, by being girls, we become more sensitive men toward women. We experience a woman's life in real time, at least in most things.
My wife often compliments me on my female abilities & skills, as well as my empathy for certain things female. Overall, I am a better husband for being my female self.
I am completely out-of-the-closet now, but I can remember years ago, back in my active duty Navy days, when the military was not LGBT friendly, and I had a security clearance to maintain. I had to walk a very fine line. Sometimes there were close calls. For example, one such incident of many, starting in the 70s, we had women in the Navy. A girl in my watch section was complaining one evening about her eye-liner, whereupon I suggested a certain type of gel eye-liner. She looked at me oddly, then said thanks. Next evening she came in with beautiful looking eyes, wanting to know how I knew so much about cosmetics.
There's more to the story, but she asked me for more cosmetic information and did hint that she suspected I was a CD, since she had known a few CDs before joining the Navy.