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A WEEKEND EM FEMME
BY
JANICE
The following story is, mostly, true. I say mostly because the mists
of time may have distorted, changed or embellished some of the
events. I will tell it as I remember them.
I am a cross dresser and have been for most of my life; I am not
going to get into how or why because it has nothing to do with what I
am about to write, the only thing of import is that I am a cross
dresser, OK?
It was a fourth of July weekend about ten years or so ago. My sister
and her husband were going to go away for the long weekend and asked
me if I could house, and dog, sit for them. I had no plans other than
spending it dressed as my alter ego, Janice.
(Janice is sometimes a sixteen year old girl, sometimes a more mature
woman and sometimes a middle aged woman; I liked the teenager best.)
I agreed, I saw it as a way for me to be Janice for the entire
weekend, something I never have the opportunity to do at home where I
never know who will drop in, or when. They were scheduled to leave
that Friday evening.
Friday.
I brought nothing with me but my padding, underwear (for sanitary
reasons), wig and makeup, oh; shoes, and some gowns to sleep in.
I left everything in the trunk of my car until they left, then gave
them and hour before getting my stuff and bringing it into the house.
I knew exactly what I wanted to wear first. My sister and I have
similar tasted when it comes to clothing although she does not know
it.
I took pictures of her closet and drawers before I started so that I
could be sure that I put everything back in its proper place.
I found the denim skirt I wanted; love them denim skirts, I have
several myself, and a tunic top. I started out with a blank canvas
(naked). I always wear the sexiest, and briefest, panties I can. Too
bad that I have to cover them with my panty girdle which I use to
hold my padding. I know that I do not have to do the padding because
no one will be seeing me; but no one ever sees me anyway, and any job
worth doing is worth doing right. I pulled the girdle on and adjusted
the hip and ass padding. My bra was silk with cups edged in lace so
that when I wore low cut tops I could let some of the lace show.
Pantyhose, a bit on the dark side so I did not have to shave my legs
and then the skirt. Denim, with a fly front and short, very short. My
sister and I are the same size but she is shorter than I so her
clothes are shorter, that is what I was counting on. I chose a cream
colored tank top tunic with spaghetti straps. It was low enough to
show the lace I mentioned.
I did my make up using her lighted mirror, at home all I have is my
bathroom mirror; the lighted one was so much better that I bought a
lighted one a few weeks later. I brought along several wigs and put
my long blond one on and fixed it with two ponytails, when I was
younger they were called dog ears, one over each ear. I wore white
ankle sox and white canvas shoes.
I did another thing that I never do at home; I sprayed a little
perfume between my boobs and on my wrists. I hadn't gone this far or
felt this good in a long, long time.
This was a fourth of July so naturally it was warm, maybe even hot. I
made a sandwich and something to drink and sat out on her front
porch. The houses around there were about twenty feet back from the
street and most of them had hedges along the sides so I knew I had a
lot of privacy, which was good. I was enjoying the fact that I was
out of the house and in a dress, two things that never happened at
the same time.
I sat there until it got dark then I went inside to watch some TV.
Later that night when it was time for bed, I changed into one of my
short, light, night gowns which I wore over just my bra and panties,
actually panties that were part of the gown and robe set. I had to
go out in the back yard to bring the dog in.
I made up the couch because I didn't want to sleep in her bed; I
figured it was better than having to change the sheets.
I must have slept well that night because the next thing I knew it
was morning.
I had my breakfast in my gown and robe. After eating I had to do the
one thing that spoiled the effect of being a girl for the entire
weekend; I had to shave, but the effect would have been so much worse
without shaving, wouldn't it?
Saturday.
I looked in her closet for something cool and comfortable to wear, it
was going to be a hot day, I didn't want to wear shorts; I could wear
shorts as a guy... and this weekend the one thing I didn't want to
be, was a guy.
I found something that I thought would work. A cute brown dress. It
was light weight and loose enough that I could wear hip padding with
out restricting my self too much, in other words, I did not have to
wear my panty girdle, I put my padding in my pantyhose, effective and
I didn't sweat down there.
The skirt was full and had three tiers separated by a bit of lace
ribbon. It came to just my knees. The waist was set in and the top
had about eight buttons. I told you about my bra and the lace edged
cups, right? So you might know that I left the top few buttons opened
to show that lace. It was sleeveless and thin enough that my bra
could be seen through the cotton material.
This time I wore my shoulder length brunette wig. I brought along
several different lengths colors, and styles.
I cleaned the house for her; she is a good housekeeper so that did
not take too long. I took a magazine or two out to the porch to read
to pass the time. I wanted to take advantage of the cool morning air
before it got too hot to be outside.
The street in front is not a busy street and there were not many cars
passing by, a few honked as they passed by and the drivers waved, I
waved back. I don't know if they thought I was my sister or if they
just saw a good looking woman and wanted to be friendly. I don't know
what I would have done if they knew my sister and stopped by to chat,
that was not likely because she had notified her friends that she
would be away that weekend.
I was getting more daring by the minute so when the mail man drove by
and put the mail in the box at the curb, I walked to the box and took
it out. A couple of guys passed and I got the honk and a few grunts,
men can be such ass holes. I waved back, took the mail inside and
watched the tube for awhile.
I changed into another dress later that morning and tried to see how
brave I could be. I took a walk around the outside of the house. I
did it a few times and got bored. I wondered if I could/should take
the dog for a walk to the end of the street which was about two
hundred yards down the block. I did, and it was fun.
Later that afternoon while looking for something else to change into;
my sister had this rather pretty yellow and black dress that I liked
but I could not find it, I saw a beautiful white, calf length fur
coat. Now; it is summer, hot and humid and here I was looking at a
fur coat.
It was so soft and luxurious and I just had to wear it. American
ingenuity kicked in. I turned the ac as far up as I dared to cool the
place off.
Not wanting to do things half way I figured if I was going to wear a
fur coat I may as well wear a gown under it, right?
I found a rather pretty one and, after altering my pads, put it on. I
had just bought a new wig and had not worn it very much and I brought
it along that weekend. It was short and helped that hot day. It went
well with my gown and when I saw myself in it...and the coat, I
wished a few things, first I wished it was not so hot; even with the
AC going full blast it was too hot to wear that coat too long. Second
I wished I had some place to go in it, and third; I wished I could
wear something like this more often (I'm referring to the gown). I
took a picture of me in it for my scrap book and I look at it a
lot.).
All too soon I had to change out of the gown because I did not want
to get any sweat stains on it, or wrinkle it. I changed into a tank
top and denim skirt.
I took the dog for another walk after supper. On the way back a car
slowed down and a young guy opened his window and tried to start a
conversation with me by asking questions about the dog. I was scared
that he would see me for what I was, a guy in a skirt and top.
Fortunately I was almost to my house when he met me, and I have a
naturally soft voice which I could adjust without too much trouble.
To practice, when I use the phone, sometimes, I use my femm voice.
I slept well again that night and woke in the morning with.
Sunday.
While waiting for sleep to come I came to realize I was worrying
about nothing. No one around here knew me. I knew I was a pretty
looking girl and people usually see what they are familiar with. If I
look like a girl, they see a girl. I should have seen that years ago.
I guess what set me thinking was all the people from yesterday
honking and waving, and that guy talking to me.
I thought I might give my theory a test, I would go to church.
After a brief shower I started getting ready. I took a half hour
deciding on what to wear. I wanted to look casual, but not too
casual, dressy; but not too dressy and not at all sexy. I had to
respect the church.
I whittled it down to three dresses and then just one. I had to wear
my panty girdle and padding.
My dress was chick and lightweight and good enough for church. It was
not cut so low as to show any lace and was about half way between my
knees and hips. It was black with white roses and sleeveless. I wore
high heels that I had brought with me with no real intention of
wearing them but a girl has to be prepared for anything.
I took the dog for a walk before going to church. It was quite
difficult walking in heels on the poorly paved road but I managed
without breaking anything. I had neglected to bring a purse so I
borrowed one of my sisters. I made sure I put some money in it for
collection. I hoped I would not see any of the neighbors who knew me,
(The male me) but again realized that they would not equate me with
the pretty girl in church.
I drove back to the house. I gave a thought to stopping at a
restaurant for breakfast but I saw that it was crowded. I poked my
head in and saw people standing waiting for seats. I was no longer
afraid of being found out, I just didn't want to wait for a seat.
My sister said she would be home about five so at about three I
started getting things cleaned up.
With the help of the pictures I took earlier I was able to put
everything back where it belonged. I spent the rest of the time just
reliving the past forty eight hours, I knew I would never forget
them, nor regret them. I hoped and prayed that there would be more
weekends like this but it was not to be, two months later my sister
and brother in law split and got a divorce.
I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed living it.
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