Another night walking and people watching at the casinos dressed.

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by icecat3
October 14, 2020 in Out and About

Tuesday off from work was spent mostly in my room because it was raining all day, so I put on my white nylon 40D Lane Bryant bodycon slip (RN#19681, style #2910) with my forms inserted, a white Maidenform Comfort Devotion thong with lace accents on the front leg bands and a white lace garter belt helping hold up a pair of powder blue stockings with a lacy top and spent most of the afternoon reacquainting myself with some of my dress collection. I also carefully applied a set of red press on nails, which sadly you can't see too well in the picture. I settled on the one you see here, got in my car and set out just after dark for the Connecticut casinos for another walkabout en femme, stopping inside at the Golden Arches along the way because I had a 2 for 1 coupon and I wanted my quarter pounders prepared without salt. Sadly I didn't find Samantha from last time and the evening was pretty uneventful with no one paying attention to me, so perhaps I was again convincing. There wasn't much in the way of people watching either, the primary reason I ever go to a casino, aside from one woman in a tight white dress who walked past me showing her VPL and a pretty Chinese lady sitting at a table game in a short sweater and loose jeans revealing the top of her orange panties...yes, I do still keep an eye out for such things but unlike with Christine 1.0 I don't linger for long before those sights. I figure that more people will be at the casinos on the weekends but I normally work then so I'll miss out. If I pick another venue for a similar walkabout I'll let you all know. Christine

Christine Relleum

From the innocent sight in my teens of a pretty brunette classmate who frequently yet accidentally revealed the waistband of her nylon panties above the top of her cordoroy pants came the source of my two obsessions in life. First it was trying to see that incredibly sensual sight as often as possible since I believed then that it was sexy, and she was incredibly beautiful and popular as well. When that obsession nearly destroyed me I chose to channel it internally as a form of self therapy by starting to wear female underwear myself, which in time led me to becoming a closet cross dresser.