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It's a beautiful gray windy October evening here in New England. Not too cold, just atmospheric. I sat on my front porch eating dinner-my family isn't here tonight. It would have been a sensuously beautiful night no matter what I was wearing, but.....

Long blue skirt, black top, stockings, sandals with warm socks, the usual undies. Feeling the October breeze come in under my skirt and blowing across my legs was a wonderful feeling. I felt what I like to think is a feminine attachment to the wonders of nature, though truth be told I can feel all the same things in guy mode.

Walked around the front yard a bit-it's amazing what the neighbors don't notice. I felt like an autumn wraith as the skirt shone under the light of the streetlight. About as nice a feeling as it can be short of curling up to sleep in the yard.

GTG- I have to leave for rehearsal in about 10 minutes. Back to the porch with my coffee. Just wanted to share this.

VIrginia you must have moments like this up on your mountaintop all the time now.


Zari

Thanks, Hon,

We have some sunsets that are awesome! SL has taken some pictures and the colors are well, leaving religion out of it, the verse that always comes to mind, "and the heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament showeth HER handiwork!"

I also just read our forecast and long about this week-end a somewhat ugly word doeth appear!

Love ya,

Virginia

Absaroka and Virginia:
I too love setting on the front porch and taking a cup of tea. Neighbors pass in their cars or walking and don't take another look when I am enfem though I do have a deep front yard. I often think that we worry to much that others see our every move when, in reality, they are in a world of their own.
Case in point, I went to a restaurant with my wife last Saturday wearing light green ladies slacks and a short sleeve striped blouse. With my outfit I wore kneehighs and ladies black shoes with little bows on the straps, a necklace and matching small ear rings.
Only one woman stopped and looked a few seconds, mostly at my shoes and stockings, then she moved on without a word.
Sometimes I wish the neighbors knew of my crossdressing and that would put an end to the worry, but I know it would not be that simple.
Thank you for letting me share and,
Be Well
Rachel