An account my week of dressing:
A few months ago our granddaughter moved in with us. I’m not going into the details of why just that my wife and are happy to have her with us, she is a good kid who works and earns her own money and helps out around the house. I wasn’t planning on having another teenager around to raise but things in life sometimes turn out unexpectedly.
The drawback to having her move in is that all my “girl” things got put in the storage shed and I can’t spend my evenings being dressed. I was getting used to freedom I had and was looking forward to maybe getting better at putting on makeup.
Since the g/d is now living with us and my wife hurt her foot I will be going alone to work on a project in Colorado. Since there shouldn’t be a lot of people around in the secluded area I’ll be in it’s going to give me the freedom to spend some time with Sarah in the forefront.
I thought it might be fun to write down my experiences and thoughts on my trip.
Day 1
I start my trip.
Woke up early, about 3:30 am took a shower and finished my packing. Since I was traveling alone I thought why not make the trip underdressed. I put on a pair of navy blue panties with a matching bra. It felt really good to have them on, I had missed this the last two months or so. Not sure if I missed it more because I it was “forbidden” or because it is just that big a part of me.
It was way too early to think about breakfast so I hit the road finally around 4:30 am. The drive was pretty uneventful not a lot of traffic. About two hours into the trip I had to take to the ditch to avoid hitting some deer that had run out in the road in front of me. Thankfully the bar ditch wasn’t steep or deep where I went in and I just drove right back on the highway. I stopped and checked to make sure there was no damage to tires or the truck. As I was standing there I started chuckling at the thought of having been injured and ended up being hauled to the hospital, all stretched out in bra and panties.
It’s exciting to think about having the freedom for a week to dress when I want and how I want. Not sure if I over did the packing but I brought all but one of my dresses, all my undergarments and three nightgowns. I can just imagine how many different outfits I will put on in one day. The thing I am most afraid of is the desire to dress will overwhelm the work I need to get done while I’m there.
I ran across a garage sale in a little town near my destination. I stopped to browse the usual nick nacks and household items and a few of those things they hawk on the infomercials that some people go for. The first thing that really caught my eye was a purse. Now I wasn’t thinking of a purse for me I don’t have one as I don’t go out dressed and never really needed one, this one is the type my wife likes and it looked brand new so I picked it up. There were a lot of women’s clothes but no dresses, skirts or tops that were my style. On the next table was a pile women’s jeans that looked like they would fit me. Now I have never really thought about having jeans, I’ve always been a skirt or dress kind of gal but for some reason I thought it would fun to try a pair. They were only $3 so I though why not. When I went to pay for them the lady says to me “I suppose you don’t realize these are women’s jeans” I told her I knew they were. She just shrugged and took my money.
A few miles down road the urge, I suppose brought on by that little studied but oft mentioned psychological condition known as the “pink fog”, to try on the jeans overwhelmed me. I couldn’t wait to get on to my destination to do it so I pulled over on a side road and tried them on. I was pleasantly surprised that they fit. Not only did they fit really well but they fit better than the ones I had been wearing. I wasn’t sure if I just thought that because they were women’s jeans and they fit me but I just couldn’t take them off.
I stopped at a grocery store to pick up some supplies for the week and forgot I had on the jeans until I was standing in the checkout line. I was glad I hadn’t dug my forms out and put them in or I probably would have forgotten I was wearing them too.
Got to the cabin just before noon and carried my things in to get settled. Grabbed a sandwich and went to work and kept at it until about 5. Then I went in and took a shower and shaved my legs. Yes I shaved my legs and it felt wonderful to do that for the first time in months. I shaved my face and put on some makeup. Now I’m not very good at “doing my face” as I haven’t had a lot of practice but 45minutes later I didn’t think I looked to bad.
I put on my under things, it was nice sliding the stockings up my freshly shave legs. There is just something about that feeling that is so much better than when my legs are not so smooth. I slipped in my forms and went to fix myself some dinner. I liked the feeling of moving around the house in my dress. I wouldn’t say it was a sense of euphoria, but I felt really at ease and peaceful. It had been a long day for me so about 9:30 I took off my makeup, put on my nightgown and went to bed.
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