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Dana's Story, Part 3
After getting his hopes up for his crossdressing desires, Kathy lays a
wet blanket on him.
A Cloudy Outlook
A blank stare from Kathy would have been putting it kindly. I walked into
a pub downtown to meet Kathy for dinner after my spa day and she didn't
even come close to recognizing me. I sat down at the bar a few stools
down and ordered a dirty Cosmo. Paula assured me Kathy would love my look
but that wasn't the feeling I was getting. Kathy couldn't believe the
difference my hair and make-up made. We actually relaxed a bit and had a
couple of glasses of wine before dinner. Kathy started asking me all
sorts of questions. "How did you like the waxing. Did it hurt? Did you
tear up? Why did you get the nail extensions? Do you like the narrow
tips? What are you going to do after Halloween?" I was really getting
into the conversation as Kathy and I starting chatting like two old
girlfriends.
Our night at the bar as two girlfriends ended in a strange way. After
dinner, Kathy got me out on the dance floor, and we had fun dancing
together and even joined in a cowgirl line dance. After a few dances,
Kathy grabbed my arm and said she needed to use the restroom with her
girlfriend. Another one of my bucket list items just got checked off.
After sitting, peeing, wiping and readjusting everything, I met Kathy at
the sink and washed my hands. She called me back over to the sink to help
me fix my make-up. Could the night get any better?
We started back to our table when we saw two well-dressed young
businessmen sitting there. I walked up and asked the blond one if my
purse was still sitting on the seat. I left it there when we were
dancing. Kathy was right behind me and quickly introduced us to them. Bob
and Steve apologized for swiping our table. I said they could have it,
but they would have to pick up our tab hahaha. "That's a done deal Dana!"
Bob shouted as he ordered another bottle of champagne. I was ready for
the night to be over and us heading home, but apparently the night was
young. Steve got up and asked Kathy to dance and she gave me a sheepish
look before heading out for a long dance set. I figured I might as well
talk to Bob instead of dancing. He was an investment banker with his
friend and they just closed a big deal. I clinked glasses to his success
as Kathy and Steve were coming back holding hands. Kathy dropped his hand
as soon as she saw me, but I just chalked it up to too much alcohol.
We finally found our way back home via Uber just after midnight with our
honor intact. When we got back, I was hoping that we would have steamy,
hot sex with me dressed up. That would be yet another checked box. But it
wasn't to be. Kathy apparently sobered up on the ride home and wouldn't
say two words to me. I didn't know if it was that she was ashamed of
holding hands with Steve and giving him a good night kiss. Or maybe she
had time to think about my day at the spa and hated me for it. Whatever
her reason(s), she wouldn't talk about it that night or any other night.
Halloween was there in the blink of an eye and the party was a smashing
un-success. Kathy was beautiful in her Scarlett O'Hara dress and it was a
lot of fun helping her with the hoops and petticoats. I decided that
based on Kathy's reaction and her refusing to have any further discussion
about my dressing up, I needed to tone down my Lady in Waiting costume. I
found a nice conservative black and pink petticoat that I would wear with
my dress to give it more modesty. I also chose to wear shorter 2" Mary
Janes and dark tights instead of fishnets, and no make-up. I still looked
the part, but now I was just an androgynous man in a dress. I could see
the visible relief on Kathy's face as we were working to get everything
set out at the last minute for our guests. Kathy said, "That's a
different look than we started with, I like the changes." I gave her a
little curtsy and said, "Thank you, Madam."
After that Halloween I knew that we were good together, but my "dressing"
would need to be put on the back burner if this relationship would last.
I never thought I would find someone that would totally accept my
"hobby", so I thought that at least Kathy had seen me and didn't run
screaming. I could love this woman forever. That wasn't the ideal
scenario I was hoping for, but I thought this was the best path for me.
Halloween that year was fun. I was a little down when it was over, but
after getting this far, there was no way I was getting rid of my nails or
hair and who wants a bunch of once used make-up? I told Kathy that Leann
suggested I keep the nails because of my work and cooking, so Kathy
suggested I switch to a pale pink polish that looked natural (although
not real natural for a man to have 1 ?` nail tips.) I kept my hair color
and extensions and learned how to pull it all back in a high ponytail or
create a braided bun when meeting with clients. Kathy liked the fact that
I was not over the top feminine and she was a godsend when I needed help
to shape my professional, albeit woman's image. She even gave me lessons
on a very light, professional daytime make-up look I could easily do
myself.
Marriage and Work
Soon after Halloween was over and done with, Thanksgiving was looming
next on the social agenda. Since Kathy had basically asked me to marry
her, the next step wasn't a secret, Kathy and I went together to buy our
engagement and wedding rings. Kathy was thrilled. She had an idea in her
mind of what she wanted. We ended up going to an old family friend who
helped explain diamonds to us. Kathy wanted a platinum ring with a
marquise cut diamond. Her tastes were exquisite and so was the price. I
nearly fainted (literally) when he told me the price. Kathy took me
outside to get some air and told me that was a very reasonable price. I
sucked it up and went back in. "Uncle" Tony was grinning when we came
back in and told me the friends and family discount was 50%! Holy
diamonds, Batman! Since I was now able to afford her ring, we started
looking at bands for her and me. I desperately wanted a ring to match
Kathy's and we looked at several, but nothing stood out. We finally found
a very slim looking band with small diamonds for my band that would be a
perfect match for hers. I told her that would always remind me of her.
Awwww.
We fell prey to another Midwest tradition, wacky weddings with people you
have never heard of before, all drunk at a reception at the local VFW
hall. Woohoo! The very next spring we were married with a bevy of
bridesmaids and groomsmen. The wedding was a typical polish wedding (lots
of eating, drinking and dancing) and we closed down the bar then left on
our honeymoon the next day. On our wedding night we had fun sexually. It
was exciting for both of us to see her in her wedding lingerie. Kathy
kind of gave me a sexy smile and asked me if I wanted to try her lingerie
on. As much as I would have loved to, I knew that was a minefield better
left alone. I did entertain her with as much oral stimulation as she
could handle before screaming at me to stop. Another check box down
(getting married) and I was really looking forward to married life.
My business took off. I had three solid clients and $500k in revenue my
first year. As the cash flow was considerable, my success allowed me to
narrow my focus even further. With my background in finance and systems,
I was able to shift my marketing to highlight the critical appointments
that corporate CEO's craved. I also started to shift my marketing efforts
to maximize my limited bandwidth. On a call with my best client I put
forth: "Ruth, you know I can help find your key executives, I've already
found your CFO. I love helping you build your team, but I have a favor to
ask, I want to focus my efforts on female C-level appointments. I have a
strong urge to try to help break the glass ceiling for women, but I need
your help to network with the right women." Ruth Steel became my first
champion and she discreetly introduced me to her inner circle of friends.
I had considered all of the women I was meeting with. They were
determined and polished, but they all exuded a certain feminine aura.
They were a confident bunch and I admired what they had accomplished. I
discussed these qualities with Kathy and asked her help in my approach.
I wanted to subtly alter my image to even further help my relationships
with these powerful women. Kathy was thrilled when I asked if she could
help me. With her background in fashion and her normal everyday
professional look, I was hoping for miracles. I also took this
opportunity to explain my business model and my target audience to her to
get her advice. "Kathy, you're the clothing and fashion expert, how can I
come across in a less-threatening way to these powerful women?" Kathy
jumped in with both feet "I've got some great ideas for you. I'm so proud
of you for helping women get ahead!" We went to Lord and Taylor's
flagship store and Kathy found me a "PS -personal shopper" to help. Kathy
suggested women's suits as a starting point. The PS - Natalie, took me to
a dressing room set up for me. Natalie first wanted to measure me. I was
starting to experience an out of body feeling. I had wanted to do this as
long as I can remember, and Kathy was leading the charge as I was
shooting down this fast-flowing estrogen river with me enjoying every
second.
I was fairly easy to measure, hips 33, waist 29, chest 34, inseam 28.
Natalie was out and about looking for suits when Kathy came back to the
dressing room. "Dana, with the new image, I think it would be a good idea
to start wearing new foundation garments as well. Would you be
uncomfortable wearing some pretty things underneath it all?"
"Kathy, you're the expert. If you think I should be wearing bras and
panties, that's what I'll do." Hahaha
I left L&T that day with enough outfits to last me a month. I was now
truly in seventh heaven. My wife had just taken me to buy a new
professional woman's wardrobe. Who was I to object? She insisted on
proper lingerie to start with. Thank goodness! From now on I would only
be wearing women's lingerie every day. I was now also liberated to start
my shoe collection. What first? I certainly needed pumps and kitten heels
for my suits. I wanted booties and flats and even a pair of stilettos. Of
course, I needed running shoes, casual shoes and sandals for around the
house. Kathy was right there every step of the way, offering her advice
and expertise. I was determined to master wearing high heels. I loved my
shoes, especially the heels.
My first business meeting after our shopping trip was a coffee meeting
with Samantha Thompson to discuss a new project she had. Samantha was a
sharp Mechanical Engineer/MBA who had earned her way to the top. In the
process she was able to elbow her way around and through the old-boys
network. It was exciting to work with this dynamic CEO that was blazing
new trails for women. I wore one of my new suits, wearing the pants
version with a silk blouse and low sling-back heels and all the jewelry.
My new woman's Rolex looked professional, especially with the diamond
studs in my ears.
I had met Samantha years ago when I was working with the big consulting
firm, and we hit it off immediately. I had a real empathy for her uphill
gender battle as I nurtured our friendship over the years. At the time,
she was one of dozens of engineering managers at her manufacturing
company. Unfortunately (but ultimately, fortunately) for her, she was
assigned a very difficult problem on a sink or swim basis. This was a
high visibility project that had the C-level folks scratching their
heads. She had to discover and fix out of control scrap rates at a plant
in Poland that was losing money hand over fist. It was a critical
component manufacturer for one of the prestigious German automakers and
her company couldn't shut it down even if they wanted to. Samantha needed
to identify the problem and stop the porous bleeding of cash. Quickly!
I told Samantha I would help if I she wanted me to, but she said there
was no money in her budget for a consultant. I asked her "can a friend
offer their help for free?" I had so many frequent flyer miles that I
upgraded us both to business class and the 10-hour flight didn't seem too
bad. Since we were able to sleep in the reclining beds in business class,
we got to her plant refreshed and ready to go. After we walked into the
first 'all hands-on deck' meeting, we got down to business. Samantha and
I had plenty of time on our flight to review the monthly financial
statements, but nothing raised a red flag. After the introductory
meeting, we got right to the plant floor to examine the processes. The
processes were so out of whack, it didn't take a genius to fix them. We
were able to document everything for her report. The plant manager was
very appreciative of Samantha's support. He was worried about being
closed, but once we went over our observations and recommendations, he
was breathing much easier. On our way back stateside, we were able to put
our heads together and formulate a proactive action plan that would turn
out to be a template for her to use over and over again. Samantha was
praised for the miraculous turnaround at the plant and her star went into
a meteoric rise.
Back to our meeting in the present. After pleasantries, Samantha
commented that she had never seen my new professional look but was very
complimentary. I laid out my unique business plan. I told her about how
Kathy is my fashion designer and had put together my wardrobe to present
a "softer" image. Samantha had a suggestion and a challenge for me. Her
suggestion: "Ditch the pantsuits Dana, it's too casual for the executive
level. You need some power suits with pencil skirts, sister!" Don't I
know it! I'm telling Kathy!
As I awaited her challenge, I quickly scanned the Gantt chart on her
office whiteboard. Unfortunately, I knew the question before she asked.
Peter Johns, a talented program manager had missed virtually every
gateway on his project. I brought Peter to the company years ago and he
began as a wunderkind, but that had obviously changed. I asked Samantha
if she could hold off on any action with Peter so I could meet him the
next day for lunch. I told Samantha I had a possible solution I would
present to her tomorrow after lunch with Peter.
When Kathy got home, I couldn't wait to excitedly tell her about my
meeting. I had reconnected with Samantha and she needed my help again!
When I told Kathy about Samantha's recommendation she said "that's what I
told you! No more pantsuits!" Fortunately, most of my new suits came with
both pants and skirts so I had still had a functional wardrobe, I just
needed to wear more skirts! And dresses! Oh dear me, whatever will I do?
The next day saw me wearing a deep blue St. John knit, with pearl
embroidery. It was a beautiful jacket and matching skirt. I wore one of
my cr?me colored silk blouses over my blue bra and lacy camisole. I
couldn't quite understand Kathy's glee at my appearance, but she was
beaming like a proud mother hen over me. The lunch meeting went as
expected. Peter looked like crap warmed over. He was known for working
long hours, but this was ridiculous. His wife Teri got bored waiting up
for him and had an affair and left him. The divorce devastated him, and
he turned to alcohol. I know the guy was hurting but I had to try to wake
him up. "Peter, you're on your last legs here. If you don't take control
of your life, you won't see another birthday. Get some help! After our
meeting I gave my recommendation to Samantha, "Get Peter help for his
depression and alcohol dependency. At the end of 30 days, either he turns
his life around or you move on, either way you've done the right thing.
The rest is up to him. If he turns his life around, you will have the
wunderkind team player back on your side forever."
The rest of my recommendation: Talk to Julie Corsair. She is an up and
coming Program Manager at a competitor but is hopelessly buried under a
mountain of old-boy management. I set up the meeting the next day and
they hit it off right away. Julie was re-energized to work in Samantha's
group. Samantha now had another dynamic team player she could mentor and
easily build a new program team around. You can't have too deep of a
bench when working with budgets in the billions and razor-thin margins.
When I handed my invoice to Samantha, she winked and said she would never
forget Poland.
Shortly after the wedding, Kathy found out she was pregnant (yes, it was
mine too) and we were thrilled as this was a shared goal of ours. We had
found out we were both fertile and virile, respectively. We went to all
the doctor visits together and immediately changed our diets to
"pregnancy healthy." Kathy and I had been working out together and kept
this up during the pregnancy, although we changed to focus on a yoga and
flexibility workout. "Dana, I couldn't imagine a better pregnancy, I
really feel we are partners in this."
"I agreed whole heartedly." The only thing that could be better would be
if I was the pregnant one! We went together to the Lamaze and La Leche
meetings, but most times I seemed more interested than Kathy was. Our
friends kept telling us that we had no idea what was coming. A few weeks
before the due date, Kathy started experiencing difficulties and was
confined to bedrest. Of course, I was her nurse maid 24 hours a day and
we made it through the delivery with no other complications.
End of Part 3
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