A while ago I wrote The Spot, in which our hero is transformed into our heroine by video magic into a woman and whisked to an exotic locale simply by opening a bottle of the sopnsor's dish soap. Of course he learns to like it and lives happily ever after in women's clothes.
Imagine my surprise when I saw this in the detergent aisle of the supermarket. I have to wonder if it would work for me if I started using the stuff.
"I must have still been high from buying my own dress, because I headed right into the lingerie department without a second thought. Hell, this is Wal-Mart - if they sold whole cows no one would blink if you threw a side of beef, dripping and bloody, into your cart and toddled through the registers. Well, maybe the guy who had to clean the floors might object, but a boy buying a bra, ho-hum!"
I was scanning the Darwin Awards and found this entry. I've read quite a few stories of accidental castration that resulted in a sex change, but I've never seen this particular approach.
An article in today's paper said that Swiss Bank UBC was revising its dress code. Currently, bankers are required to wear skin colored underwear, refrain from eating garlic and wear a watch because it signals "trustworthiness and a concern for punctuality". The code tells women how to apply makeup and what color stockings are acceptable.
I wonder if a crossdressing banker could get away with a skin colored bra when they line up the employees for morning underwear inspection?
The good news is that after 19 months of unemployment I finally got a job. Just in time for Christmas, too. It's a research lab doing some very interesting work and my co-workers seem to be a great bunch of people. The pay is even almost the same as the last good job I had. Another plus is that bluejeans are the shop uniform. Not as good as dressing up but a lot better than many places I've worked.
The bad news is that I have had to give up my mornings reading the stories here at BC. Oh well, only 4 more years until I retire and can take up my reading habit again.
My wife and I saw the Arrogant Worms last night, a very funny group from Canada. One of the songs, My Boy is a scream for us crossdressers. Fortunately, they have it on line so you can hear it too.
I got a call yesterday from a woman friend who I spent most of the summer helping move. She had been in her large suburban home for almost 40 years and it was a trying experience getting her to make decisions about what to keep and what to get rid of. Need I say she is a hoarder that can't make decisions? She's finally almost unpacked in her 800 square foot condo.
My wife and I have been together for 13 years now, she is very supportive and even manages not to laugh at me - something amazing considering how a 6'1" bearded pseudo-woman must look to an outsider. Oddly enough, she has seen me dressed innumerable times but this morning was the first time she has seen me getting dressed. Since I wake up far faster than she does, I am always completely dressed before she gets out of the shower.
Despite living in the city, I spent Saturday helping a neighbor cut down several dead trees. This was after two days of indulging myself in front of the computer comfortably dressed in a skirt and blouse. Each time I fired up the chain saw this tune ran through my head:
Pardon me if this story resembles a Rube Goldberg contraption but...
Around the 4th of July I went out to the garage to get something and discovered the neighborhood stray cat had decided to have her kittens on top of our camping gear. Not wanting a new batch of strays in the neighborhood I took the kittens inside, firmly intending to give them away or call the ASPCA or something.
Others have commented about the recent trend of transgenderizing comic heroes, but one very obvious candidate has been overlooked. I just introduced my five year old grandson to the Amazing Captain Underpants. The Captain was received with vociferous giggles and typical five year old scatological references.
However,the Captain's tighty-whities struck a wrong note in my crossdressing soul. Anybody want to take up the challenge of a female version of Captain Underpants? With panties and a training bra the female Captain would have twice the Wedgie Power of the male version!
OK, some Iranian cleric has found the answer to why we have had so many earthquakes lately. Women! Women in provocative dress, to be precise. Seems the almighty is angry and letting us know about it by shaking things up. (Myself, think he's quaking with laughter, but who am I to contradict a Holy Man?)
if I wrote a story with this plot. My ex-wife and her husband are spending a few days staying with my wife and me. Last night we had a house concert in our living room (we are avid folk music fans and producers) and were talking with the artist at dinner. He was telling how he almost married a woman, but she called it off at the last minute when she realized she was a lesbian. Now she and her spouse are good friends with the musician and his wife.
When the heck did reality veer off into cliche filled fiction?
then why can't someone invent a hanger that will keep a wide necked blouse from ending up on the floor? Ever since men decided that staring down a woman's cleavage was a desirable option, designers have made blouses that have necklines approximately the circumference of a small city so they can peer down into the the Valley of Flesh. So why are even those wide hangers with the little indents for straps on them still too small to keep a blouse securely on them?
Since there seem to be quite a few people from the UK on this site, I could use a bit of help in understanding a verse in an otherwise wonderful recitation on the 7 Deadly sins I found:
I got myself worked up with WRATH, aggressive and demanding.
I took a jumper back to Marks, they were quite understanding
I've been listening to old shows from CBC radio's science program, Quirks and Quarks. One of the topics was a very interesting discussion of the many variants between the usual male and female body types and why they are not so accurate. Here's a link to the Between XX and XY segment.
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