Wonderful Holidays
Dear Friends,
The ladies of Sigma Mu Beta in Myrtle Beach had a great time at our chapter Christmas party. We had a fun time with a gift exchange and enjoyed a tasty potluck dinner. Everyone looked great, some in formal Christmas attire.
The day before a few members gathered at a gender-friendly consignment store for a little shopping before dinner at a local restaurant. Afterward we went to the “Night of Thousand Lights” program at BrookGreen Gardens, a local attraction. As I readied myself for the outing, my wife insisted on “fluffing” my hair to make it look more natural. At that point I was completely dressed with my makeup on, just relaxing as I waited for my nails to dry. Because my wife sometimes does not want to be around me when I am dressed, I settled in the sunroom to stay out of sight. I was pleased that she sought me out.
As she looked me over while working on my hair she said, “You look better than I do.” Of course, it would not have taken much for her to look a great deal better than me. At that point she was at a small disadvantage. Not long before she was out on a one-hour walk. She had not showered, nor had she put on makeup. As she picked at my hair, a small part of which was hanging close to my eyes, she said, “You look sexy with your hair hanging down like that.” How exhilarating to hear your mate say something like that. I smiled broadly as my heart jumped. How sweet it was to hear those words.
The next day at our group Christmas gathering, the early going had its own twist. When I arrived at our usual meeting place, I was careful to put my car key in my purse. Most of the time I check and re-check to make sure that I have my key before I exit the car. This time I locked the door on the driver’s side with the power lock after opening the door to get out. The door on the passenger side was still unlocked because the power lock on that side has not worked properly for several months. I closed the locked driver’s door and went around to the passenger side to unload food and other items. As I raised the handle, the door lock went down in the same motion leaving me outside with all doors locked and my key, cell phone and whatever else, safely stowed in my purse locked inside the car. What a sinking feeling.
I went inside to join the group and explained my predicament. Donna, a saint if ever there was one, said not to worry. She immediately called AAA. Was the technician ever responsive. He appeared in less than a half hour. As Donna and I met the technician in the dimly lit parking lot, Donna disarmed him by saying he had the right place, “if he did not mind helping a couple of guys in drag.” What a hoot! I could hardly believe my ears. Donna later told me that she found people to be helpful if she was forthcoming with them.
As the technician readied his equipment to open the car, he looked at me and said, “You are beautiful.” Oh, how elating! That comment put me on cloud nine. I think it is every woman’s wish to be admired. At least it is for the woman in me, particularly when I am dressed. It is an absolute joy to be told how nice you look when dressed. The “You-Are-Beautiful” comment stirred a joyous, satisfaction deep inside me. Such admiration, dimly lit parking lot or not, gives a since of what it is like to belong to womanhood. Maybe women who regularly hear such comments pay little attention to them, but I still believe women like to know that they are thought to look nice, even if they are truly beautiful and are often told how nice they look.
Some women are forceful in saying that they don’t wish to be viewed as sex objects. I understand that. People should to be appreciated for who they are. Even so, appearance still matters. There is little difference in the “I-want-to-look-nice” department whether we are dressed as women or dressed as men. Most of us care enough about appearance to take time to pretty ourselves while en femme and to present a clean-cut image when in male mode. Not to be admired or not to be thought nice looking has a distinct downside. Because we CDs usually put so much effort into our appearance, when we get noticed in an admiring way we simply revel in the moment.
Though the evening seemed to start on a bum note, one man’s pleasant comment totally relieved the anxiety of locking myself out of my car. What a complete reversal. When I later told my wife about the technician’s comment, she said, “That is good.” I felt comfortable in telling her because my conduct and appearance reflect on her. For this night, her effort was a significant contributing factor. She shopped with me a few days earlier and helped chose the outfit I was wearing—a long black flowing skirt, black formal top, red velvet pumps and matching purse, and a red jacket. I adorned myself with fancy crystal jewelry, which gave my outfit an extra margin of formalness.
Feeling womanly while dressed is truly a mountaintop high. To be told you look nice as a woman puts a wonderful topspin on the day. It was a long and somewhat difficult road to get a degree of acceptance from my wife and others. What a rejoicing the kind words are in this holiday season.
Happy New Year to all.
Hugs, Annette
The ladies of Sigma Mu Beta in Myrtle Beach had a great time at our chapter Christmas party. We had a fun time with a gift exchange and enjoyed a tasty potluck dinner. Everyone looked great, some in formal Christmas attire.
The day before a few members gathered at a gender-friendly consignment store for a little shopping before dinner at a local restaurant. Afterward we went to the “Night of Thousand Lights” program at BrookGreen Gardens, a local attraction. As I readied myself for the outing, my wife insisted on “fluffing” my hair to make it look more natural. At that point I was completely dressed with my makeup on, just relaxing as I waited for my nails to dry. Because my wife sometimes does not want to be around me when I am dressed, I settled in the sunroom to stay out of sight. I was pleased that she sought me out.
As she looked me over while working on my hair she said, “You look better than I do.” Of course, it would not have taken much for her to look a great deal better than me. At that point she was at a small disadvantage. Not long before she was out on a one-hour walk. She had not showered, nor had she put on makeup. As she picked at my hair, a small part of which was hanging close to my eyes, she said, “You look sexy with your hair hanging down like that.” How exhilarating to hear your mate say something like that. I smiled broadly as my heart jumped. How sweet it was to hear those words.
The next day at our group Christmas gathering, the early going had its own twist. When I arrived at our usual meeting place, I was careful to put my car key in my purse. Most of the time I check and re-check to make sure that I have my key before I exit the car. This time I locked the door on the driver’s side with the power lock after opening the door to get out. The door on the passenger side was still unlocked because the power lock on that side has not worked properly for several months. I closed the locked driver’s door and went around to the passenger side to unload food and other items. As I raised the handle, the door lock went down in the same motion leaving me outside with all doors locked and my key, cell phone and whatever else, safely stowed in my purse locked inside the car. What a sinking feeling.
I went inside to join the group and explained my predicament. Donna, a saint if ever there was one, said not to worry. She immediately called AAA. Was the technician ever responsive. He appeared in less than a half hour. As Donna and I met the technician in the dimly lit parking lot, Donna disarmed him by saying he had the right place, “if he did not mind helping a couple of guys in drag.” What a hoot! I could hardly believe my ears. Donna later told me that she found people to be helpful if she was forthcoming with them.
As the technician readied his equipment to open the car, he looked at me and said, “You are beautiful.” Oh, how elating! That comment put me on cloud nine. I think it is every woman’s wish to be admired. At least it is for the woman in me, particularly when I am dressed. It is an absolute joy to be told how nice you look when dressed. The “You-Are-Beautiful” comment stirred a joyous, satisfaction deep inside me. Such admiration, dimly lit parking lot or not, gives a since of what it is like to belong to womanhood. Maybe women who regularly hear such comments pay little attention to them, but I still believe women like to know that they are thought to look nice, even if they are truly beautiful and are often told how nice they look.
Some women are forceful in saying that they don’t wish to be viewed as sex objects. I understand that. People should to be appreciated for who they are. Even so, appearance still matters. There is little difference in the “I-want-to-look-nice” department whether we are dressed as women or dressed as men. Most of us care enough about appearance to take time to pretty ourselves while en femme and to present a clean-cut image when in male mode. Not to be admired or not to be thought nice looking has a distinct downside. Because we CDs usually put so much effort into our appearance, when we get noticed in an admiring way we simply revel in the moment.
Though the evening seemed to start on a bum note, one man’s pleasant comment totally relieved the anxiety of locking myself out of my car. What a complete reversal. When I later told my wife about the technician’s comment, she said, “That is good.” I felt comfortable in telling her because my conduct and appearance reflect on her. For this night, her effort was a significant contributing factor. She shopped with me a few days earlier and helped chose the outfit I was wearing—a long black flowing skirt, black formal top, red velvet pumps and matching purse, and a red jacket. I adorned myself with fancy crystal jewelry, which gave my outfit an extra margin of formalness.
Feeling womanly while dressed is truly a mountaintop high. To be told you look nice as a woman puts a wonderful topspin on the day. It was a long and somewhat difficult road to get a degree of acceptance from my wife and others. What a rejoicing the kind words are in this holiday season.
Happy New Year to all.
Hugs, Annette
posted by Annette @ 1/01/2007 08:51:00 PM
1 Comments:
At 11:18 PM,
Vanessa said…
Hey Annette,
It's wonderful that to hear about how your spouse and a total stranger showed such acceptance of you. I think that every day society is learning to show tolerance, acceptance and even love for those who are different.
Hugs
Vanessa
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