I have been fortunate enough to have had plenty of time available in which to express my feminine side lately. On Sunday I invited two good friends of mine for lunch as I wanted to discuss some business ideas with them and I wanted to wish them happy new year. One friend is a drag queen and the other is a doyen (I hope she doesn’t mind being called a doyen) of the local trans community.
It has been very hot so I decided to go for a relatively simple meal of rump steak, salad and an olive ciabatta loaf, followed by ice cream and homemade chocolate sauce. Before starting to cook I had to get ready to receive my guests. I was fairly sure they would be coming en homme, but as I had the opportunity I decided to be en femme. I chose one of my new flared skirts, my black butterfly motif top and my white platform sandals. As it was so hot I did put on make up but cut back on it by skipping the beard cover. I think the look worked rather well…
We had a very pleasurable chat and I think we all enjoyed our meal. I am not sure how hungry every one was because the heat certainly curtailed my appetite.
Unfortunately our dog has developed a love affair with our neighbour. He takes every opportunity to escape our property and go and visit her. She seems to not mind and perhaps enjoys the company. I did not want to have any complications with the dog so I made sure he was securely locked up in our back yard. Due to the heat I had opened all the doors and windows in the house in an effort to get some fresh and cool air circulating. The dog seized his opportunity, sprung the pet door and made a run for the next door neighbour. I saw him going but decided that chasing after him would create more problems and expose me to more risk, so I let him be.
When my guests decided it was time to leave I saw them out and was in the process of saying my goodbyes when I heard the next door neighbour calling to me! She wanted to bring the dog back. This would have been awkward to say the least. What to do?I made a split second decision and ran into the house madly pulling off clothes as I went.
I was in the process of scrubbing off my makeup when I received a phone call. My neighbour had stopped my guests on the way out. The very cleverly covered for me saying I was not there. Exactly who my neighbour thought she had heard is a mystery to me! Anyway their quick thinking bought me some time and I was able to make myself look presentable before I went to recover my pet. It seems the dog is conspiring to have me outed!