Justins Descent Part 1
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Just Being a Girl
By
Deidre
Unlike many of you I have been out of the closet forever. My three
sisters all knew and enjoyed their "sister" as did Mom, my father passed
away while I was quite young, not sure how he would have reacted. Being
5'8" in my stocking feet and not of large build I can blend in quite
well when I try, I hate the term passing as it makes seem like a test. I
have had many adventures over years and if there is anointers I will put
some more of them to paper as time permits. One of my favorite outings
in my youth was in actually a rather mundane task heightened perhaps by
its simplicity and yet so feminine. I would like to share it with all of
you so you may understand that being a woman and out is a lot more than
dresses, heels, and clubs.
I graduated from college and began working, doing quite well, so I got
myself an apartment where I was free to indulge myself and spent most of
my free time en femme. Back then I went by Donna not Deidre which came
much later. After several months I had built up a decent wardrobe
including a knee length wool coat, ladies leather jacket and even two
pairs of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans (remember those back in the late 70's
ladies?). It was a February Saturday morning and I had been clubbing the
night before but got in early as they had been threatening snow. I awoke
to see 3" of fresh snow on the ground, but it had stopped and the sun
was even peeking through the clouds. As I perused the closet I realized
I had many femme clothes and none of them had ever been washed in spite
of many of them having being worn many times. I realized the same was
true for my bras, panties, and even my slips.
What would your mother think I mused to myself as I took out the newest
pair of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans. I put on my bra and padded panty and
slid some pantyhose on before doing my make-up before finishing dressing
with a red turtleneck sweater and my brown knee high boots with the 4"
stacked heel. I slid on my blonde wig and checked myself out in the
mirror, I definitely looked like a modern woman on her day off as I
headed to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. As I cleaned the dishes
and kitchen I thought about all the clothes I had that needed laundering
and said why not.
Back to the bedroom where I took the two suits and dress that needed to
be dry cleaned and set them on the bed. Next I took out some of the
blouses and skirts that could be machine washed as well as my other pair
of jeans and put them into my laundry basket making sure I didn't have
too many to draw attention to myself. Next came panties, bras, and two
of my slips again making sure I had what appeared to be a week's worth.
I was ready so I made sure I had everything I needed in my purse and
headed out to the parking lot.
It is not as easy cleaning 3" of snow off your car, even if it is a
small car, in 4" heels as I thought it would be. I mean I had been
wearing heels for a while so what was the big deal I thought. It took me
two trips to get everything down to the car including laundry soap and
softener but soon I was backing out of the parking spot and headed off
to face the world. My first stop was the drug store for a pack of
cigarettes and the latest issue of Cosmo to read. Then I headed off to
the Laundromat. I knew there was a dry cleaners next door so I first
dropped of my dry cleaning and the girl just smiled as I handed all of
it to her returning with my claim check and telling me they would be
ready on Thursday.
I went back to my car and grabbed my overstuffed basket of laundry along
with the soap and softener and walked into the Laundromat. I pushed the
door open with my padded butt and walked in, spied a set of washers that
weren't being used and headed towards them. As I set the basket down I
looked around and suddenly was shaking in my boots, bad pun I guess. I
saw a couple of middle aged women doing laundry but more than that there
were 5 or 6 women my age doing their laundry! I don't think I was that
scared the first time I set foot out the door in a skirt, yet I was
excited. I felt like I was in the boudoir of each and every one. This
felt like the inner sanctum as they were in varying degrees of
completing their weekly wash.
I gathered my courage and started sorting my wash; darks in one washer,
lights in another, and my "delicates" in yet a third. I loaded up the
machines with quarters, it was 50 cents a wash back then, added the soap
as the water started into each, and watched to make sure I had enough
detergent. With all that accomplished I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat
down with a cigarette to read my Cosmo. I added the softener at the
appropriate time and finally the washers were done so I loaded my
clothes into the cart, found some dryers together and started that
process. I took a moment to put the detergent and softener back in my
car and grabbed the hangers I had brought for certain items and went
back in to await the drying of my clothes.
I was now sitting near the dryers and here unlike where the washers were
much closer to everyone. As I continued to page through the magazine I
noticed no one seemed to pay any more or less attention to me than
anyone else! It was like I was there like everyone else yet we were
there alone in the place by ourselves. I checked my clothes at the end
of the first cycle of the dryers and added additional quarters for yet
another but by the end of the second time around things were starting to
get dry. I grabbed a cart and unloaded the dry items into it, combined
the remaining clothes into a single dryer, and headed for a folding
table.
By now the place was filling up so I took a folding table nearest the
dryer I was using and unloaded my clothes onto it. I glanced up and
directly across from me was a young lady probably my age give or take
folding her clothes. As I hung my blouses, skirts, and jeans on hangers
I glanced across and saw she was doing similar things to me and much to
my surprise her clothes were even similar to me. We made eye contact and
she smiled. I smiled back and proceeded to sort my delicates, folding
the slips and just piling the others into the basket as she was doing.
She left just as my clothes finished drying and did not say anything to
me nor I to her but I firmly believe even to this day she saw me as just
another struggling career girl like herself. I left and headed home and
although I had originally planned on going out that evening I instead
spent the day in my jeans and sweater just cleaning the apartment,
fixing dinner and relaxing.
I know this is not a sensual experience as many of you hope for from
these types of stories however in my mind it was. It showed me first I
could pass in a variety of situations but more importantly there was a
lot more to being a woman than skirts and heels. It was about everyday
life and learning to fit in.
Well ladies, would you like to hear more or is this too mundane for you?
Gigi
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