New Years pre-dawn stroll

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by icecat3
January 1, 2022 in Out and About

After work on New Year's Eve I decided to change out of my work clothes and breathe life into Christine for a few hours, and as has been my ritual of late I dressed head to toe in Torrid...with the exception of the scarf, which ironically I got as a Christmas gift from my boss, who is not aware of my dressing. I chose to accessorize with it to distract from my unshaven chest, though in hindsight I needn't have worried given that I again chose to take an overnight stroll through the two tribal casinos in Connecticut. Beneath the blue dress you see here I filled out a black nylon Torrid bra and also wore black print nylon hipsters and sheer black nylon lace trimmed thigh highs with black booties and a black wig. Starting from my workplace in southern New Hampshire I made a stop for gas and refreshments along the two hour drive to southeast Connecticut. I hit the Foxwoods around 2am (where this image was taken) and walked around for the better part of an hour and a half among the remaining New Year's Eve revelers, many dressed up in sparkling and occasionally revealing attire. After getting my fill of sights at my first stop I then drove the half hour to Mohegan Sun, which by 4am had quietened down a bit. I had a mission to fulfill there nevertheless: I had gift cards for Krispy Kreme and they had a New Years special of 2 dozen classic glazed dozens for $12. Why bring this up, you may be asking, and why drive two hours out of my way in the dead of night for this? Well it's because Mohegan Sun is home to the only Krispy Kreme outlets in all of New England; the next closest ones are in NYC. Once I put my two dozen back in the car I spent a quiet hour or so walking the complex before I decided to start heading for home, especially if I wanted to get home before sunrise...not that I could have seen it as it was mild, damp and foggy overnight.

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.