Hurry Hurry Hurry !!!

The race to crossdress

Ok,   The wife is up and in the shower getting ready for work.    I have this all planned out.  Focus girl, just be patient.    She is going down stairs now.   All dressed and ready for work.   She is sitting on the couch doing her make up.   Make her breakfast and putting her lunch together. She makes her way into the bathroom to blow dry her hair.  What do I have to do next ?    Pour her coffee, check.  Feed the dog, check.       Ok she is ready. ” Bye Honey,  have a great day !!! “.   Give her a kiss goodbye. She gets outside and starts the car to leave.  Peeking out the window as she pulls away.    Ok, let’s watch the local news.   Damn, accident in the expressway.  She isn’t going to like that.   As I take the dog out for his morning walk I text her to let her know of the backup.  Bad news honey, the interstate is jammed pack.

Ok it is me time.  Up the stairs.    Jumping into the shower I grab the razor to shave my legs and chest.    No razor burn, lightly.  Ok, that’s nice.   Done.    What to wear ? What to wear ?    Oh, the sweater blouse I want is wrinkled.   Down the stairs and I put it in the dryer.    Back up the stairs.   My dog is just sitting on the bed watching me.    Ok, time for my face.   Electric razor first.   Now regular razor.   No stuble No stuble.   Smooth, nice.   Damn, I cut my chin.    A little tissue on it to stop the bleeding.  Ok, what is next, My nails.   What color, pink or red.  Maybe blue ? I’ll go with the red.   Left hand, done.  Don’t spill any.   Right hand, thumb, pointer, index, 4th nail ( really I don’t know the name for that one ) , pinky, damn I spilled.   Where is the polish remover to clean it up.   Down the stairs.   Grab it.   Up the stairs.   It’s already 8AM and I haven’t even started my makeup yet.  Clean it up.   Flush the evidence.   Ok, foundation first.   Concealer on and then the heavy Mac concealer to cover those noticeable spots.   Great, eyes next.   Eye Shadow, which color ?  Let’s go with a frosty white.   Matches my blouse.   Oh, my blouse !!!   Back down the stairs to grab it out of the dryer.   UP the stairs again.  At least I am getting a work out going up and down ! Eye liner next.   Oh, I messed up.  Where are the make up remover cloths ?  Found them. Start over.   Nice.  Starting to look pretty.   Smile.   Relax. Deep breath.   Lips next, lip liner first, then the new lipstick I just bought.   OMG it matches my nails perfectly.   Happy girl.   Finally powder foundation and blush.   Oh, if I say so myself, I look good.

Ok, time to get dressed.    I sit in the edge of the bed and start with my black stockings.   I love that feeling.  Freshly shaved legs with a layer of silk on top.   I am feeling sexy.    Ok, here comes the hard part.   Body cincher.   Oh My Good Lord SQUEEZE !!!!   Ta Daaa, curves.  Grandma panties next.  Time for the spankx next.  Tug Tug Tug and the cincher is invisible.   I strap on my bra and start to stuff it.  Crap, the dog is lying on my blouse.   Get off puppy.   Down the stairs again.   I look outside and the neighbor is walking his dog.   Ok he will leave for work in a few.   Get ready girl.   Upstairs and it is time to get dressed.    Let’s go with the mom jeans and my white high neck blouse.   Oh my gosh is that really me ?  I can’t take my eyes off my mirror.   Nearly done.  Let’s strap on the wig and comb it out.   Earrings, bracelets, rings, necklace.   It is all coming together.  Ahhh, I feel gorgeous.   Let’s load the makeup into my purse and grab my shoes.   One final inspection.  It is nearly 9am and the stores are about to open.   What ???   The neighbor is still outside ???   Really ???    Go to work already !!!!   I slip on my shoes and take that final look in the mirror.   I feel so amazed that within an hour I can transform into this, my ideal.   Crimping my hair and adjusting my outfit and accessories.   Please be gone.   Please leave buddy.   Wait, his car is gone. !!!    I am free.   I grab my phone and wallet, stuff them in my purse, grab my keys,  one final look outside to make sure no one is there.  I spray on a little perfume and that moment has arrived.   I turn the knob on my door, slowly open it, and finally, I am ready for the world.   Freedom.   Deep breath.   I am so happy.

 

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Joanna R.

AKA Triple D or DDJ. Along with the other J’s we are the newest arrivals to the Corps. We each bring a sympathetic and caring ear to the chat room. Joanna R is from South Florida and hopes she can help you to find the confidence to step out into the real world.

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  1. Hope Clark 11 months ago

    You sound so excited to get out into the world. You go, girl! I don’t think I could ever drive down my cul-de-sac in plain daylight. Even though I want to so badly!!! Anyone want to lend me a car?

    Smooches,
    Hope

  2. Dame Veronica Graunwolf 11 months ago

    Joanna…..read your story and girl…..all that planning and preparation wore me out! I often wonder what the dogs think when I glam up. They kinda look a bit sorry for me. Guess they compare it to getting a bath or going to the poodle parlor! Enjoy and hopefully some day you can slow down.

    Lady Veronica

  3. Deena Donaldson 11 months ago

    Love the story, Murphys law would scare the hell outa me though. I have next monday off for the federal holiday and have thought it to be a perfect opportunity to dress up as the wife still has to work, and son is in school. Work is only a mile away, my luck she would decide to come home for lunch, then theres the removal of all make up not missing any that would be noticed.

  4. Monika Sweet 3 years ago

    That’s exactly what I am gonna do today… Except the visit to the mall/shop.. It’s just not easy for me due to all the security and the law here does not allow CDing.

  5. Samantha G..... 3 years ago

    Great story Joanna,
    It reminds me of when I was a young punk and my parents would
    leave the house. Of course I only put a few articles of clothes and
    never dressed head to toe but I still remember the feeling of
    excitement and not wanting to be caught.
    Hugs..

  6. Stella 3 years ago

    A reply without being in a hurry
    A realistic and well done description of a crossdresser in a hurry. I find the style also excellent. With its short and incomplete sentences it well refIects big hurry. I found myself in 90 per cent of the described details. Only the dog is missing. With my wife being out for 3 or 4 hours, I was also in that hurry, hoping she would not return earlier or unexpectedly.
    Joanna, do you know Murphy’s Law? “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong sooner or later.”
    And wrong it went one day!
    A difficult year followed with a lot of talking and arguments and many tears on both sides. All this happened 20 years ago. I am happy now that my secretiveness had come to an end so abruptly. I now wish it had ended at a much earlier stage.
    Without being in a hurry, I can now enjoy applying my makeup, coloring my finger nails and dressing up as an elegant lady . My wife accepts my alter ego, knowing it is good for my mental and emotional health, as well as my physical health.
    This year we have been married for 41 years. My wife does not mind my going out as Stella, which I do twice a week. Nevertheless, she would rather wish the whole situation were different or „normal“. But what does it mean to be normal? I have met many married women, but none of them has told me: “Stella, I am so happy that my husband is a crossdresser.”
    My advice: If you are married, tell your wife about your secret. Be sure, Murphy’s Law will happen one day. I am convinced that true love will come to terms with our inclination of crossdressing.
    The idea of freedom without a hurry and without waiting for the neighbor to get into his car and drive off and without a bad conscience is true freedom and happiness.
    With love from Stella who is sitting in a cosy coffeehouse in Germany without being in a hurry.

  7. Rosaliy Lynne 3 years ago

    oh wow! I could so feel it as you described getting ready. Many’s the times when I was still married I did that whole no one else is around and I can finally dress up routine. And the panic when someone – usually a daughter – came home unexpectedly and I made a mad dash for the master bedroom barely closing the door in time, or maybe not. I could never be sure.

    Loved it.

  8. Haunani 3 years ago

    Omg, this is soooo true! Thank you for sharing, Joanna.

  9. julianne w 3 years ago

    Wonderful story Joanna So funny and relatable I think you should write a book of short stories .Hugs Julianne

  10. *skippy1965(Cynthia) 3 years ago

    Love it Joanna! ( btw the 4th finger is the “ring finger”!and pointer and index are two names for the same finger the second one next to the thumb. OTHER ONE IS THE MIDDLE FINGER! SO It IS THUMB,POINTER/INDEX,MIDDLE, RING,PINKY!)-great story though!

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