Thursday May 17th 2012 – Back with Mistress; the trials of offspring and painted nails

Finally, after almost 6 months of being like ships passing in the night, Mistress Ana and I managed to see each other on Tuesday.  i had been so looking forward to seeing and serving Her and before the meeting took the time to paint my toenails, shave, apply perfume (Coco Madamoiselle, a gift from Mistress Ana), and also give my self a good enema just in case.  However, things were not to turn out quite as i had hoped because Mistress’ son was at the house and so we had no privacy.  i arrived there already “en femme”  but delayed because my own son was late out of the house because of a physiotherapy appointment!  This meant that i could not dress nor even smuggle female clothing into my car without him noticing so my departure was delayed.  i finally arrived at Mistress’ house around 11.00am wearing matching pink bra and panties, a girdle, skinny jeans, a short grey and white horizontal striped sweater/dress and buff coloured peeptoe stiletto heels.

Mistress looked terrific having lost even more weight and She complimented me on my appearance also – i have now lost 7kg over the last 5 weeks and with my now C-cup breasts and the girdle, i have to admit that i did look good.  Mistress also commented on my complexion which is without wrinkles – not bad for a 60 year old, and She likes the new wig i bought myself for Christmas – strawberry blonde or a reddish blonde and shoulder length – She says it makes me look younger and also fashionable as compared to my old curly dark brown wig which She rightly says is dated.  We chatted over coffee and then, because of the presence of Her son, decided to go for a drive to check out a block of land She has bought with the intention of building a discrete retreat.

The drive takes about 40 minutes each way so we had plenty of time to chat.  We discussed Mistress’ new sub, a normal but submissive guy about whom Mistress is very keen to develop.  He is very submissive and devoted to Her and seems like he will also be accepting of me and, if i know Mistress, will be receiving attention from me by way oral service at the very least.  We also discussed at length my own future.  i told Mistress about the therapist i am seeing and how i am taking a serious look at myself as to whether i go for simple castration with two piercings, one on my cock and a guiche piercing so that my cock can be pulled back between the folds of my empty scrotal sack and held in place to guarantee continuing chastity and give me a very feminine appearance or whether to go all the way and have a vaginoplasty.  i know in my heart that i want the latter but practicalities mean that i cannot come out as transgender due to the effect it would have on my family and my relationships with family, friends and business.  my therapist says that whatever i decide she will support me but she is insistent on me coming clean with my wife at least.  i have decided though that this is not really an option because it would destroy my marriage.

As Mistress points out, my testicles are useless (i have had a vasectomy) as also is my cock due to erectile disfunction post having had my prostate removed.  As a result, i am sexually useless and my genitalia are worthless appendages.  So, why keep either of them?  i could have the vaginoplasty without telling anyone in my family and maintain my macho male exterior for the vanilla world yet secretly be my feminine self in private.  i have to admit, discussing this with Mistress has modified my thoughts somewhat and if i can afford to have the full surgery, i think i will go ahead.  i have 6 month almost to make a decision before i go to Thailand with Mistress so there is time to change my mind or be persuaded otherwise but now is the time to find out who will do the surgery while i am there, when, where and for what cost.  Mistress has some web links that She promises to send me that will give me a start and i am looking forward to exploring this further.

We also discussed children.  Mistress had experienced a sad Mother’s Day last Sunday, receiving nothing, neither cards nor gifts from any of Her children and only one daughter contacted Her and even that was late in the day as if only an afterthought.  my own wife too was disappointed as neither of our two sons gave her a card or gift.  at least my daughter did the right thing.  Both Mistress and i agree that we have over indulged our children and it is time to draw a line and stop supporting them for they only take us for granted.

Mistress’ new block is lovely – 5 acres of open grass/parkland on the top of a hill with views out to the south and west.  It is on the corner and has road access to front and back.  It will be very private and discrete once She has built on it.  She plans a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom house with a large shed/dungeon.  It will be an easy weekend escape from Perth or even a permanent home should She decide to go that way.  We discussed whether to build traditional brick or go for a modular home and we both favour the latter.

We had a picnic lunch of pies from the local bakery before returning to Perth.  Mistress was keen to find out more about the “fat blasting” treatment i am having and also the IPL hair removal that i have booked.  She told me that i should go to the spa “en femme” – something i was reluctant to do.  However, i realised once i got home that i had now painted my toe nails a lovely shade of pink and so the ladies at the spa are going to know that i am a sissy anyway unless i remove the polish before hand.  my toes look so lovely that i could not bring myself to remove the polish.  However, with my wife at home yesterday, neither could i go to the spa fully “en femme” so i wore a t-shirt and jeans and smuggled a pair of low heeled sandals into the car as i left and arrived at the spa with my ladies sandals and painted toes very much in evidence.  i am sure that the three of ladies waiting for treatment as i arrived would have noticed my feet but i showed no self -conciousness.  Neither did i when the two ladies responsible for my treatment began their work, without commenting on my toes at at all.  So, Mistress will get Her way and i will go there fully “en femme” when i next have a treatment on a Friday which is the only day they are open when my wife is out of the house.  i now know that the people at the spa will not think any the worse of me if i turn up “en femme” with wig and make-up – it could be quite a lot of fun – something to look forward to thanks to Mistress for suggesting it.

Thursday May 3rd 2012 – Message from Mistress and thoughts on SRS

i have been so busy lately with both work and social life that i have just not had opportunity to write my blog.  Work is full on at the moment and with my fitness drive taking big chunks out of my day, finding time to write has been difficult.  i go to a fat blasting session at SABR Clinic every 5 days – this takes 3 hours out of my day by the time i have driven there, had the treatment and driven home.  Then, every afternoon i go for a power walk through the bush on a steep hill close to home.  The walk starts half way up the hill, goes down to the bottom and then right up to the top in two steep stages before leveling out for a while and then the final steep descent back to the start.  The overall distance is about 5km and the walk takes me about 35 minutes but by the time i have cooled down and showered, another hour of my day has gone.  On top of that, my wife is insisting on holding a lot of social events while i am back in town so my evenings have also been eaten into which is frustrating because it means i do not get to write my blog, dress “en femme” or take care of my feminine appearance.  Tonight though is an exception, i have finally got to spend time on my own in the evening.

i finally had an email from Mistress Ana last week which told me that i had to make arrangements to be in Chiang Mai, Thailand, in November.  i had previously discussed with Her the idea i have of being castrated and She had suggested that i get it done in Thailand where it is cheaper.  So, i replied to Her latest email saying that November in Chiang Mai would be a good time to get it done and i asked Her also to see if She could find a clinic for me that would do the surgery.  my idea in all of this was to eliminate the source of testosterone in my body so that the Mirifica Pueraria herbal estrogen i am taking would have a chance to be more effective.  Also, with no testicles in the way, it would help me to appear more feminine whenjust in panties or in a bikini because i would be able to pull my penis back between the folds of my empty scrotal sack and, by way of a piercing in my penis and one behind the scrotal sack, hold it in place and so also remain chastised.  i have had a vasectomy and also my prostate removed so i do not ejaculate any sperm anyway and have erectile disfunction on top of that so my genitals are useless appendages and can well be spared.  

Today, i received an email from Mistress with information about a clinic that does full sexual reassignment surgery (SRS) with a cost for the surgery.  This took me a back a little because although the idea of full gender reassignment appeals to me and would ultimately be wonderful for my psyche, it would undoubtedly destroy my marriage and family relationships to say nothing of friends, business associates etc.  This is where the problem lies for me and is why i have begun seeing a sexual therapist.  The therapist and i agree that to go to full gender reassignment will create enormous difficulties and so the therapist has given me a lot of homework to do on the subject before i see her again.  Essentially, i am reading biographies of others like me and how they coped with their sexual dysphoria, some having had full gender reassignment and others not, some with wives and children, others not.  The idea behind all of this is first and foremost to find a way forward that will not destroy my marriage and family but will allow me to satisfy my need to express my femininity.

So, receiving Mistress’ message with its details of how i could have a complete sex change not only came as a surprise but set me to thinking again about what i should do if anything.  If i can get away with castration, i could probably get away with a complete vaginoplasty.  my wife takes no notice of my genitals these days anyway so would not miss my penis or testicles.  i could still appear masculine at home and at work but would in reality be essentially female.  The thought is appealing, i have to say but i am still unsure about undertaking either.  i have almost 6 months to make a decision i guess and hopefully my sessions with the therapist will help although it will be a continuation of the secrecy and deceit i exercise with my wife which i hate doing and which i really want to cease.  So, if i go ahead, it will, i think, have to be with her approval even though i may still appear masculine to the rest of my family, friends and business associates.  Who knows where this will all lead and end up – watch this space!

Saturday April 21st 2012 – Menstruation over and feeling very feminine!

i feel so refreshed and feminine today it is unreal.  Yesterday was the last day of my 5-day simulated menstruation and it ended last night after i had been for a long and vigorous walk that worked up a real sweat.  i am walking this route that takes in two very steep hill climbs and lasts about 40 minutes walking at my fastest pace – because i am trying hard to lose weight and develop a more feminine figure (get rid of my beer -belly at least).  i have managed now to lose almost 4kg in 2 weeks so am feeling good about that also.  Anyway, after the walk, i was able to run myself a hot, rose scented bubble bath, wash my hair, and soak for a while, letting all of my cares and discomforts for the past week wash away down the plug hole with the bathwater.  Then, having towelled myself dry, i lavishly moisturised my entire body so that i felt soft, smooth and silky all over.  What a pity it was though, feeling so supremely feminine at that moment,  to then have to dress as a male!  However, in spite of that, i still felt wonderfully feminine and satisfied with myself for having endured the 5 days of relative discomfort with its constant reminders of what it is to be a real woman.

Wednesday April 18th: More on simulating menstruation – the why and the how

Since yesterday’s post, that was copied to my blog on Experience Project, i have had a coupe of enquiries from people in Experience Project as to why i would want to simulate menstruation.  So, i thought i should try to explain not only how it all started for me but also how it has developed and how much i have come to both love and hate the experience.

It all started with a Mistress wanting me to be in tune with her monthly discomfort.  i was not keen at first and only tried it because She insisted.  However, i found that there was a certain joy at the end of the 5 days – joy or relief, also a sense of achievement and i was certainly more sympathetic to real women at that time of the month.  My simulation is close but cannot match the real thing, i know, but it serves to remind me of what my Mistress endures every month and at the same time makes me feel that bit more feminine, having to prepare for it, buying tampons, panty liners etc. While the 5 days are 5 days of relative discomfort, they keep my feminine side very much to the forefront of my mind over that time and, as i said, at the end of the 5 days, i really do feel that i have achieved something, as crazy as it may seem.

As i described yesterday, i have arrived at the ketchup and water filled frozen condom suppository as the best means of simulating the leakage of menses and it really works well with the gradual build up of warm wet and sticky material in my panty liner.  Tender nipples and bloating are also symptoms which are easily simulated.  As i mentioned yesterday, placing “o” rings on my nipples or even just periodically clamping them makes them very tender by the end o f the week and tight fitting bra and girdle coupled with drinking lots of water helps the bloating effect.  The more difficulty things to simulate are the physical symptoms like cramps, headaches and emotions.  The suppositories partially simulate the cramps and i have tried laxatives also.  The latter certainly cause cramps but if the dosage is not correct, they cause too many visits to the loo.  So, i now take half the recommended dose and find that this gives me cramps which i can control without having to void.  Headaches are difficult.   i tried overdosing on caffeine by drinking excessive amounts of very strong coffee in the lead up to the week and then stopping all caffeine intake for the week.  This worked for the first day but had no effect after that.  I have also tried wearing a tight headband beneath my wig which works on days when i can be “en femme” all of the time but not when i have to be male.  i am open to any suggestions for ways to induce a headache.  My exchanges on Experience Project have given me a suggestion of how to simulate the emotional side and i am eager to try this.  i am already taking estrogen and the suggestion is that in the week prior to menstruation that i cut down on the estrogen and instead take progesterone.  This is supposed to simulate PMT and as i said, i want to give it a try.

All in all, the combination of things described above serve to make me feel uncomfortable and acutely aware of all parts of my body.  By the end of each day, i definitely feel low and irritable and this builds up during the week but come the Friday evening, when my simulation comes to an end, i take a long hot bath after which i feel wonderful.  The difference between normal and menstruating is fantastic and leaves me with an inner feeling of feminine well being, satisfaction and sense of achievement.  In the days to follow, i make sure i have all of the necessary things ready for my next “period” – shopping for panty liners, tampons, ketchup and condoms etc. so that when the monday morning reminder comes next time around, i may think “oh no!” at the outset but i am ready for it and am reminded of what it is to be a woman and have that lovely hot bath to look forward to at the end of the week.

Tuesday April 17th 2012 – Simulating menstruation, dieting and missing Mistress Ana!

After a hectic family oriented weekend in which i never got to dress “en femme” at all and had no time for going online, Monday morning arrived and the first thing that came up on my computer that this week is my week of simulated menstruation.  Fortunately i had previously created a number of “suppositories” which comprise a condom, 3/4 filled with a mixture of tomato ketchup and water, then frozen and then plugged with a tampon and with the open end left open.  So, Monday morning arrived and i inserted the first of these into my ass before pulling on my panties with a panty liner already in place.  That takes care of the menses aspect of the period and i followed it by selecting a small, tight fitting bra and tight girdle to add to my discomfort and placed tight rubber “o” rings on my nipples to make them even more sensitive and tender than normal.  i then began my day at work.  During the course of the day, as the frozen contents of my ass melt, they are first soaked up partially by the tampon but then slowly leak out and i get a warm wet feeling between my legs as the panty liner does it’s work.  After about 4 or 5 hours, i need to change the panty liner and also replace the “suppository” and so it begins again.  i even manage to continue the simulated menstruation through the night, sleeping with the tight gidle.  i just have to ensure that i get to bed once my wife is asleep and get up in the morning while it is still dark and she is still sleeping, neither of which is difficult.

i am also dieting and going to a spa for “fat blaster” treatment.  This was a little awkward yesterday and i had to remove the “o” rings from my nipples and the girdle although i was able to continue wearing my panties albeit beneath a pair of male undershorts!  This was my third treatment and it seems to be working even though the first and second treatments were separated by 7 weeks due to my overseas trip.  The last two visits last Wednesday and Monday have seen me lose 3.0kg and 2″ off my waist.  Add to that, i have increased my bust measurement by an inch so that i am now officially a “C” cup which i a goal i had set out to achieve when i began taking Mirifica Pueraria.  So it is all systems go as far as feminisation goes, increasing bra size to 42C, losing inches off my waist and losing weight, simulating menstruation – it all makes me very happy and feeling very feminine.

The only downside to my day is that i have not been able to go to Mistress Ana’s house again,.  today we have workmen at the house installing a solar electricity generation system and, because of work commitments and the need to supervise relatively new employees, as well as my next “fat blaster” appointment on Friday, i will not be able to get there until next week.  Also, i can only think that Mistress Ana must be away at the moment for She has not responded to emails or SMS messages for a couple of weeks or more.  i miss Her enormously and long to see Her again and just wish that She would get in touch and let me know when She will be home because i will certainly find a way to visit Her the moment She returns from wherever She is.

Tuesday April 10th 2012 – home again and something to think about

i finally arrived home last night after a very long journey from Lima, Peru to Perth via Santiago in Chile and Sydney, stopping over for one night in Sydney.  i had planned to spend the evening in Sydney going out “en femme” and perhaps wandering around the bars and sex shops in Kings Cross but was so tired on my arrival that i thought better of it and more or less went straight to bed.

The reason i stopped over in Sydney was because i had made an appointment to visit a

Clinical Hypnotherapist, Psychotherapist, Counsellor, Sex Therapist,
Life Coach & Naturopath

i have been feeling progressively more feminine now for a long time, so much so that i have been considering castration and even possible sexual reassignment surgery (SRS) and needed to discuss this with someone qualified not only to give me advice but, if the decision was to go ahead with full SRS, who was qualified to provide the proper authority, prescribe the necessary hormones and also guide me through the entire process.

The meeting lasted longer than i had anticipated but was invaluable and, in short, the outcome was very much that if i wanted to go all the way with SRS then she would most certainly help and take me through the whole procedure.  However, we spent a long time discussing whether or not that was the right course of action for me in the light of being happily married with a family, friends and business associates, all of whom know only the macho male persona i use as a front and have done ever since i realised i wanted to be female and began dressing at the age of 10.  

i realise now that i have a lot of soul searching to do and although my wife is aware of my dressing, she is completely ignorant of my desire to become a woman and it is quite probable that any sudden announcement on my part of these ideas would come as a complete shock to her and would destroy our relationship.  So, i have to seriously reflect on where i am and where i want to go and probably also discuss the whole issue with my wife with the aim of finding a way forward into the future that meets our mutual needs, hopes and expectations within our marriage.

Dr. O’Keefe has given me some reading material to work through over the next month.  The books are biographies of people who were in similar situations to myself and how they managed their lives and outcomes.  These will, i think, provide me with a variety of options that i can think about and hopefully an option or a path that will satisfy my need to be feminine with my wife’s need for a husband.

Friday April 6th 2012 – Good Friday – in fact an excellent Friday

Yesterday and today, Good Friday, are public holidays here in Peru and on Wednesday evening my flatmate was busy organising camping gear and he left very early on Thursday morning.  consequently, i had the apartment to myself for both days and have been fully “en femme” the whole time.  i didn’t go out at all, there was little point.  The shops were closed for the holiday and i had food in the apartment.  So, i just busied myself with outstanding work but still finding time to relax.

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It was lovely to be able to get out of bed this morning and be already “en femme” in wig and nightdress and just wander through to the kitchen, make breakfast and sit leisurely in my nightdress and linger over breakfast and coffee.  i then shaved and showered, moisturised, perfumed applied only a little make-up as i was going nowhere, dressed and then got down to some work.  I had a lot to finish off because i head back to Australia tomorrow (7th) and needed to leave my business partner with a completed report for delivery next week.

On my way home,i am stopping over in Sydney for one night because i have an appointment with a sexual therapist and expert in transgender issues.  i am going to see her because i have been contemplating castration and in studying that am now thinking of maybe going the whole way.  To do that, i need to be seeing a qualified therapist, start full blown hormone treatment and live as a woman for at least a year.  While i am still not certain that i want to put my family relationships at risk over all of this, i have to know more about what is involved and also what exactly is my condition or state of sexual dysphoria.  So, i am stopping in Sydney because this person is the only qualified person in Australia.  i will report on the meeting and any outcomes next week.

April 1st 2012 – Heaven after a frustrating week but some excitement with security

Finally, the weekend arrived after a frustrating week in which i was hardly ever able to express my femininity and only then in the privacy of my room when my flat mate had gone to bed.  Yes, bedtime only, until Saturday and Sunday.  How noce it was on both of those days to wake up to the sound of my flat mate leaving, enabling me to get up at my leisure and remain “en femme” for the whole day.  

Saturday, i first shaved my face and torso and then epilated my legs and arms before taking a good hot stinging shower, drying, moisturising and then adding a splash of perfume before dressing in my black skirt and coral coloured blouse over matching tan coloured bra with a tiny pink and white flower design and pink lace trim.  i then painted my toe nails before preparing my breakfast.  After breakfast, i put on make-up and went grocery shopping.  The apartment block has a team of security guys, one of whom is forever on duty.  i was gambling on the shift change so that the guy who saw me leave would not be the guy who saw me return but i was still expecting to be challenged on my return.  However, it was not to be.  As i left, the security guy took no real notice, more or less as i had expected.  On my return, the security guy was busy opening the large gates to let out a car while i quietly slipped in through the pedestrian gate and into the lift.  If challenged,  i had planned to say i was a girlfriend of myself – if you get what i mean, but was relieved that i did not have to explain anything.  The rest of Saturday i spent in the apartment working until around 10.00pm when i got ready for bed where i was neatly tucked in when my flatmate returned.

Sunday began the same way as Saturday and i was able to get out of bed in my nightdress and go through to the kitchen and have a leisurely breakfast still in nightdress.  i then showered, perfumed and dressed.  Today i wore the same skirt but a different blouse – the same blouse as i wore to the Hard Rock Cafe in Niagara Falls.  i worked for the rest of the morning and then went out to lunch.  i would have liked to go to a favourite restaurant but i am too well known there and so didn’t dare.  Instead, there is a newly opened restaurant only about 4 blocks walk from the apartment so i chose to give it a try.  Once again, i tried to time my departure and return around the shift change for the security guys and once again had no problem leaving the apartment.  Returning though, i put my key in the lock and entered through the gate only to be challenged by the security guy.  i showed him my keys and said i was a friend staying with the guy in 702, giving him my proper name.  The guy looked a little doubtful but i smiled and confidently opened the door to the apartment block and simply continued on my way as if i owned the place.  My heart was racing, beating almost out of my chest but i reached the elevator and, thankfully, did not have to wait.

For the rest of the afternoon, i worked, stopping only as it began to get dark to slip out of my feminine attire and remove my make-up in advance of my flatmate returning.  i did not need to have hurried for it was almost 9.00pm when he returned but at least he didn’t get a surprise on his return and i was able to still be at my desk wearing white wedge-heeled sandals and skirt below an androgenous polo shirt.  i was wearing my wig also but swiftly removed it as i heard the door to the apartment open.  So, finally i manged to spend some time “en femme” even though sharing an apartment with another guy who knows nothing of my feminine side and running the gauntlet of ever curious security guys who are only doing there job but whom i would hate to find out about my dressing secret.

i am a little concerned that i have not heard anything from Mistress Ana.  She had asked me to make arrangements for her and her daughter to come to Peru for a vacation later this year.  i learned that the daughter will not now be coming but i need to know if Mistress plans to come alone and if so when.  Once i leave here next weekend it will be too late to make any arrangements.  i will email Her again and hope to get a reply before i leave.

March 25th 2012; Now i am in Lima; shopping for women’s clothes without embarrassment

Now i am in Lima having arrived late on Friday night, looking forward to a full weekend alone in my office/apartment entirely “en femme” only to discover that an employee of my business partner had moved into the spare room temporarily.  i have no idea why  but it put a dampener on my weekend.  

i got up late on Saturday and heard my unwanted flat mate leave as i dressed.  Not knowing how long he was going to be out, i did not dare dress entirely “en femme” and was very conservative with my make-up, just applying a little mascara and a neutral lipstick that was not much different from my natural lip colour but has a subtle sheen to it.

Once up and about, i had breakfast and then went shopping.  It is really quite hot and humid in Lima at the moment and i had not brought any shorts nor a T-shirt with me.  i had not expected to have someone else in the apartment so had expected to be able to wear skirts and blouses in the evenings.  So, i went down to Miraflores and found the shorts and a polo shirt and then went window shopping.  i went into Falabella and looked for women’s denim shorts, really short ones and found a couple of pairs that i wanted to try on. Unfortunately the male section for trying on clothes was on another level which i found out after trying to get into the ladies one.  Not that i knew it was a ladies only section, there was no sign to say otherwise, but i drew a very strange look from the lady in charge of the area.  She first assumed i was taking the shorts in for a wife or girlfriend and when i told her they were for me she gave me an odd look and stammered “but they are for women” to which i replied, “yes, i know, where can i try them on?”  She looked shocked and then directed me upstairs to the next level.  i suppose i should have been embarrassed but believe it or not, i wasn’t, i didn’t even blush, after all, if a guy wants to wear women’s clothes, why shouldn’t he.

In the men’s section, i encountered another lady in charge of the male changing rooms who looked at what i was carrying, gave me an odd look and then directed me into a cubicle where i tried on the two pairs, both of which were just a bit too tight.  i could get into them but only just.  So, i left and went back downstairs and had another look and found a lovely pair of white denim, tight fitting knee length jeans that looked gorgeous with a row of three buttons on the outside of each leg at the knee.  i took these upstairs to try on also but sadly with the same result, easy enough to get on and fasten but i feared that as soon as i bent over i would rip the backside of them.  So ended my shopping expedition, for clothes at least.

i then did my grocery shopping, treated myself to a restaurant lunch and then returned to the office/apartment to get organised and catch up with some work and emails.  The hotel internet in Medellin had been down for the best part of a week and so there were a mountain of messages to deal with, both business and social.  There was no sign of my flatmate so i dare to slip on a pair of white peep-toe ballet flats and a skirt because while at my desk he would not be able to tell what i was wearing from the waist down but it was so frustrating not being able to don full wig, make-up, blouse etc.

As it turned out he did not return at all and i was alone the rest of the day and most of Sunday also but i just did not dare dress “en femme” because i had no idea when he might return.  Sunday was spent catching up with admin work, accounts, travel expenses and such as well as some outstanding work.  i did prepare myself a lovely roast beef dinner, preceded by a gin and tonic and washed down with a glass of Argentine malbec – a Luigi Bosca – before returning to my computer to write up my experiences of the weekend.  The flatmate returned around 6.00pm – i am hoping that next weekend he will also be away for the whole day on Saturday and/or Sunday – fingers crossed. 

Monday March 19th 2012 – a happy but uneventful day

Well, i will never know the maid’s reaction to me dressed “en femme” or finding more feminine things in my room because she came and made up my room while i was at breakfast and although she was still on the floor when i returned she was busy in a room and did not notice me passing by.

It was lovely going to be “en femme” and getting up “en femme” before shaving, showering, moisturising, applying make-up, doing my hair (wig), dressing, applying perfume, adding a little jewellery (bracelets, rings and a necklace), slipping into the black patent leather 5″ wedge heeled peep toe pumps, grabbing my handbag and then going down to breakfast.  Breakfast was quieter today but again passed by without my attracting any attention.  Even later in the day when i went out to a nearby shopping mall to buy a coffee (the hotel coffee is awful).  i went into a small accessories store that sold cheap earrings, necklaces, hair accessories and so on and browsed in there for about 10 minutes, finally buying a lovely hair grip that has five small pink flowers along it and helps hold my hair in place in the wind – something that got me down in windy Toronto.

Apart from that and the breakfast excursion my day was pretty boring – work and more work – but for me it was lovely to be “en femme” the whole day.