Opportunity Knocks

My next function was preparing my nails. I did a complete manicure using "Sally Hansen" glue on nails and filler resulting in great looking square cut glamour length nails in burgundy mauve. It was the first time that I had done my nails from scratch. Normally, I use pre-colored press on nails, because I don't have enough time and I would be removing them after only 4 hours use. This time I planned on at least two days. I had to redo a couple of them and felt extremely clumsy trying to paint my right hand nails using my left hand. But, I eventually got the knack and after completing them, had to do nothing while they were drying. For all you newcomers, these nails work good and they stay on. I usually lose one or two of the press on nails even in the short time that I am out. They are harder to remove and require nail softener and polish remover.

As I was waiting for my nail polish to dry, I prepared a bath with bubbles and oils, lighted up a scented candle and did the RUPAUL thing. It was great relaxing and adsorbing oils into my skin and not feeling rushed. When I finally did come out, I applied body lotion to my ENTIRE body and then prepared a facial with cucumber mask. I was in seventh heaven!

I slept fitfully that night in anticipation of what was to come the next day. I awoke early, 5:00 A.M. as I always do and started the transformation process. I had purchased a lot of new cosmetics which my research on the TG Internet had indicated greatly helped in transformations. I had "Ben Nyes" beard cover and foundation and "Andrea York's" contour shading cream and translucent powder. Thanks Andrea, for the makeup tips and help in choosing the proper colors. I did my eyes in cream and brown shadow and shaped my plucked eyebrows with a very feminine arch. I used some individual demi-lashes to fill out my lashes and did them in a black/brown. I used a little beige powder under my eyes for cheekbone highlighter and a darker brown under that from cheekbone to temple. I contoured my jawline and set everything with the translucent powder. The effect was very good. I can't say that I had a flawless complexion but I had hidden things pretty well.

I wore my brunette wig, which is shoulder length and has bangs. I styled pretty well, trying to wear it high on my forehead and allow the bangs to be full without covering my eyes like a sheep dog. I did my "tuck" and slipped into my new "Victoria's Secret" panties and wonder bra. I used some tape and shading to create cleavage and then filled the bra out with my new silicon breast forms. They add weight to your chest and bounce naturally as you walk. They also fill out more naturally so that at 48, I don't look like I have small perky breasts. I felt great and thought that I looked great too. I put on my waist cincher and hip and fanny padding which provided some feminine curves and rounding and then put Haines Travel Buff pantyhose onto my new silky smooth legs. I slipped into my chemisole and silk shorts and then put on my white blouse, herringbone pants and a pair of beige shoes with 1 1/2 inch heels. I felt delicious. A final touch of lipstick and some more primping and I WAS DONE! The transformation was complete.

Now it was time to try it out. I wanted to be able to spend the entire day going anywhere and everywhere. I wanted a completely enfemme day, hopefully passing without notice. It had taken me longer than I had expected to complete the transformation but I had two whole days to enjoy myself. I drove to the post office and almost every mall in town. I carried myself with confidence and looked everybody, who looked at me, directly in the eye. I can't tell you that I successfully passed all scrutiny, but I didn't care! I was going to enjoy myself. I drove downtown to New Orleans, parked in a parking garage and walked the streets of the Commercial Business District in midday. I shopped and tried on clothes in Lord & Taylor's, Macy's, Maison Blanche, Dillards, Sears and J.C.Pennys. I actually got tired of shopping! But, no one objected to me or my presence anywhere that I went.

I finally gave up and picked up lunch at Mickey D's (drive thru). I was beginning to feel lonely! Although, I was enjoying my time out, I wanted someone to share it with and to try out some new adventures beyond walking the malls. I attempted unsuccessfully to make phone contact with a local E-mail TG acquaintance who I have not yet met in person. But today was a work day and I ended up leaving a message on her answering machine. I tried again later, also unsuccessfully. I hope that she got my message, "HAPPY THANKSGIVING CHRIS!". I would have really enjoyed meeting her, perhaps having drinks with her at a cafe or restaurant.

I ended up returning home, patching up my makeup, changing clothes and then probably making one of the most brave (or stupid) decisions of my enfemme life. I decided to drive back down into New Orleans and check out a local French Quarter restaurant. Some places in New Orleans can be dangerous and I was venturing in ....alone. Those of you who have been in New Orleans in the French Quarter know that it's almost always crowded with tourists, hucksters, and street entertainers. It's a neat pace to see strange sights and people. I figured that at worst, I might be one of them! I had heard about a place called Lucky Cheng's, which was suppose to be a Chinese restaurant where all the waitress's are TV/TS. I thought that Lucky Cheng's was only a block or two off Bourbon St. but after driving up and down one way, narrow streets for 45 minutes, I was on the verge of giving up when I spotted the sign and an oriental dressed "girl" standing outside. As luck would have it, there was also a single parking spot at the curb of the street. It was an omen! I would not have to pull into a parking garage and have my car parked by a parking attendant. I would also only have to walk a half a block to the restaurant entrance. I pulled in, testing my hardly ever used parallel parking technique, and then spent 20 minutes trying to decide if I was really going to do this and what I would do if my car wasn't still here when I came back. I wasn't totally sure about this place,....but,....I was looking for adventure and had to make use of the opportunity. So,.....summoning up my courage, I checked myself out in the rearview mirror, gave thanks for poor street lighting and tried to walk confidently across the street and along the sidewalk to the restaurant. I ENTERED!

There were customers inside, couples and groups. I was there by myself. A "girl", seated on a couch inside the entrance, looked at me and said that someone would be with me shortly. It can be very uncomfortable waiting alone. When no one came, she finally asked if I was dining alone and then escorted me to a small table for two against a mirrored wall. I ordered a glass of white wine and nervously surveyed the room and the customers. It was a long narrow dinning room and the customers were involved with themselves. I changed chairs to be better able to observe others and how the place operated. My hostess returned with my wine and sat down at the table with me. One could tell that she was cross dressed but she probably easily discerned that about me also. My voice and mannerisms would give me away, if not my height and big features. She put on a show and gave me confidence while so doing. She provided a menu and said she would give me time to select my order. She gave me her name as "Peaches" and initiated some pleasant small talk about the restaurant and evening. I intentionally sipped my wine slowly in small feminine sips, trying not to rush myself and to enjoy my first dinner out enfemme. I also was not going to drink more than one glass of wine and NO other alcoholic beverages. This girl was not going to risk any more than I already had.

Dinner was delightful. The food was good and Peaches kept coming back, sitting down with me and asking if I needed anything as well as making small talk. When she asked where I was from,.....I lied! Sorry Peaches, but I was still unsure of myself and I wasn't going to come out to a stranger with facts about my life. I'll fess up and apologize if I get another opportunity to go back there enfemme again. I told her that I was from out of state and in town on business and had wanted to try out this place that I had heard about. She told me how nice I looked and made the evening very pleasant. One other waitress served the other customers. She was oriental with a beautiful body accentuated by a small skirt and low dÈcolletage. She was very feminine and would have passed completely (anywhere) if I had not known about the type of restaurant it was. Both waitress's spent a lot of personal time with their customers, sitting with them, conversing and joking and touching them. The kitchen attendants, food servers and table Bus boys were all males, dressed as males, and they also conversed with the customers. I've never been called, "Sweetie" as many time before. Should I have felt that they showed lack of respect for women? I DID NOT! I enjoyed all the attention and practiced smiling and my best feminine manners.

Dinner went by all to quickly, I lingered over my coffee and finally could delay it no more. I paid my check and thanked Peaches for the nice service and delicious food and then walked back out onto the streets of the French Quarter. I thought briefly of walking up to Bourbon St. but deferred, thinking that I didn't want to push it and have any event occur which might ruin my night . It had been highly successful so far. It was still early, I had no where else to go, but I still had another day tomorrow!