OK, so, I've been "out" for a while. Just about everyone knows about me, lots of people who passed me with only a casual glance were already seeing a girl... So it was time to take the next step and drop the male facade completely.
Last Sunday I went to Dillards to get color matched for some foundation/concealer to hide away my beard shadow that is there even immediately after shaving. The girl who took care of me was named Dima and was very nice, I'm definitely going to her again when I'm ready to expand my makeup collection. She decided to try two different products from the same line, and have me wear test them and come back Monday to purchase what I wanted.
When I returned on Monday Dima was there and got me all sorted, except that the primer we decided on was out of stock, so she went on over to the computer and ordered it for me with free shipping. She then gave me some advice, and sample packets for the primer to hold me till the tube came to my door. On my way home from Dillards I stopped at Walmart to buy my first makeup brush and a thing of lip gloss. I found this wonderful Doctor's Formula pH Matchmaker stuff that I quite like.
I also thought I'd get my ears pierced, but the Walmart I'd went to was out of the set I liked, the next closest Walmart didn't even carry it, and the next closest was far enough away that by the time I got there, they'd closed.
Since then, I've been putting my face on every day, just hiding the shadow and using the lip gloss. Overall just a very natural look, with the gloss accenting the feminine full lips that I've always had my entire life.
I've been managing the pool for the Apts where I work this summer, and on Thursday, I went swimming in my swimsuit I bought a while ago. It literally called me to it when I went shopping for JUUST dry beans one day. It's like. Perfect. It's a one piece. Black background with red hearts and blue and white anchors, no shoulders, a small band around the back, and a little red string for around my neck. It really helps to show off my good points while disguising or enhancing my not so good points. The built-in bra component is a push-up type with small pads. Brings my beestings up to the A cup I've been pretending to have using padding ^^
It actually went fairly well, although one of the monkeys kept calling me "Mermaid Man". If he shows up again and starts that again I'm telling him to call me Miss Abigail, Pool Manager, or Pool Girl only. Nice people can call me Abi, Abby, or Drew ^^
Friday I decided it was high time I had a trim to tidy up my mane... But I erred here, I went to "Great Clips" a chain hair cutter. I thought... just a trim... how CAN you screw this up? She chopped 6 months off. 6 MONTHS. Grr. Even after I told her three times "just a trim, enough to make it look tidy." ... I bet she thinks I should stay as a guy and that guys shouldn't let their hair grow.
Saturday was very busy. I went down to the Glenbyrne area to go to the Glendale Walmart, finally got my ears pierced, and then stopped by the Beauty College over there... Was not particularly impressed. I stopped at a Goodwill on the way and bought three pair of white shorts, three pair of jean shorts, a teal top, a white top with a multi-colored band around the bust, and a shirt dress. I closed the pool in my swimsuit and one of my jean shorts - really really short, tight shorts. One of the monkeys standing outside the gate as I was closing up yelled "are you a boy, or a girl?" And I'm like, "Girl". He apparently then runs to older brother who's like, "are you a boy, or a girl?" and I'm like, "what do you think?" He then yells "I'm telling the office!" Soooo... this -COULD- be interesting, but I doubt it. I've already told my manager all about me, and she not only kept me on longer than originally intended, she's offered me additional responsibilities, like taking care of the pool. If she really had a problem with me, she would've ditched me already, don't you think?
This morning, I opened the pool in my tightest pair of white shorts, short shorts again, and my white top with a multi-colored band across the bust. Some residents were heading into the pool when I stopped and asked them for their pool passes, and they didn't say a word about me. At least, not to my face.
I suppose we'll see tomorrow if there're any repercussions from me dressing as I like on the weekend. I doubt it. Especially since I'm going to start wearing some of the jean shorts at work regularly as soon as my new smaller shirts get here. They're still going to be mens, so they won't really fit, but they'll be small mens, so hopefully they'll be a close enough fit that they don't totally hide my developing body.
I'm breaking into the full time. Like. Now. I'm past due, and if anyone else ain't ready, tough cookies.
I'm really much more patient and submissive than I ought to be, but there comes a point where the standstill is just too much to bear. That point is now. Prepare yourself cruel world, for Abigail is here now, and she's not about to sit still while you keep trying to knock her around.