I have dressed for many years, first partially, which slowly grew into Genivieve . It has, however, always in private and by myself. Genivieve was the perfect example of the phrase, “all dressed up and no place to go”! That, however, was soon to change. Recently, I had made contact with a couple of other girls in a city where I would be attending a three-day conference. We made plans to meet up, and they were gracious enough to pick me up from my hotel.
All that day, it was impossible to pay attention to the program at my conference. I simply could not wait for the day to be over; I was so ready for Genivieve to have a night on the town. As soon as the conference concluded for the day, I nearly ran back to my room to get ready. I had my outfit picked already out; all that remained was to do my nails and my makeup and to get dressed. Trying to paint my nails, my hands were trembling. Was it in excitement or in fear — both feelings were evident to me. Questions and concerns were running out of control through my mind. Would I be laughed at, or ridiculed? What would I do if that happened? I would be lying if I did not say that I was becoming more fearful and unsure as the time of my meeting drew near. Finishing my nails, I was able to relax as I waited for them to dry. Settled and back in control, I put on my lingerie and got dressed. I had chosen to wear a black pencil skirt, red sparkle top, and a black blazer with dark hose and black pumps. It was nothing extravagant, just elegant and reserved — perfect for the occasion. Dressed, I began my makeup. I paid extra special attention tonight to my makeup. It needed to be the best as I possibly could accomplish — you only have one time to make a first impression. I donned my wig and jewelry before spritzing myself with perfume. I put my lipstick, my compact and a few essentials in my purse, and sat down to wait. I was as ready as I could be.
The waiting almost killed me. By the time that my new friend arrived, my butterflies felt like eagles! I was scared, but determined — no oversized butterflies were going to stop me tonight. After a quick greeting, we walked out the door together and she drove me to meet the other girls at a TGI Friday’s. The girls were wonderful from the beginning, welcoming me like we have been friends for years. They let me sit on the inside in a booth to protect me. We enjoyed few drinks before dinner. I was starting to relax and become less apprehensive. Even the waitress loved us. She chatted us up like any other group of girls. She even asked us where we got our shoes. No one else in the restaurant paid any extra attention to us! As we visited, the other girls made me feel so feminine. One asked me who had done my makeup. When I replied that I had done it myself, she said, “Honey if you worked on your voice you would pass anywhere!” They even complimented me on my mannerisms and the way I carried myself. I was beaming; I have never felt so much like Genivieve. The rest of the evening was wonderful. I felt so feminine and so accepted.
After returning to my hotel, I took a few moments to reflect on my wonderful evening. To think how long I have wanted to do this, and how I have let my fears prevent me until leads me offer some advice. Girls, if you have the desire to go out, please go! It is fun and rewarding. I wish that I had not waited so long to do what I so dearly love! In life, our biggest regrets will not be the things we did. It will those things we wanted to, do but did not!Tags: crossdressing in public first time in public first time interacting girls' night out going out crossdressed Going out in public