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Living la vida tranny...
Feb. 24th, 2006 03:55 amWell, tomorrow evening will make a week of being Brooke. And I *am* doing it, even when it'd be easier to be Leonard.
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mistresscayenne has loaned me her old forms and offered to sell them to me cheap. I'll probably buy them from her once I'm sure the tax mess is straightened out.
My forms are size 7 which makes me sort of a C cup. And a bit under-endowed for my weight. These are size 10s, and I'm very definitely a D cup (I haven't looked up the sizing charts, but I measured: 52" under the breasts, 58" over them)
You could almost miss my old forms if I wore a loose shirt. These require a *very* loose shirt to not be obvious. And somehow, they "feel right". Pity the color doesn't match my skin tone well. Then again, there's no way anybody will mistake Transforms breast forms for the real thing if there isn't clothing in the way. Too shiny by far.
Last night, I had a bad moment when two of the clerks at Albertson's who were standing out front smoking on their burst burst out laughing as I walked up. But they didn't say anything so I can hope it was just a joke that one of them told.
Inside, the self-service checkout wasn't working, so I had to interact with a clerk who knows me fairly well. And who met Brooke at Halloween a couple years back. That was not good for my nerves.
They finally gave up on the self-serve and she opened a regular register. She made a comment to me as I was fumbling with getting my wallet out of my purse about me "not being myself tonight". So I know she clocked me.
Today, I intended to shave and shower shortly after I got up. But I got distractged with an unexpected computer problem. By dinner time I still hadn't. So when I started cooking only to find that I didn't have a major component for the dish I was making, I was a bit annoyed. Fortunately, I could just take what I'd done so far off the heat and cover it.
But I still had to shave and shower, and then go to the store during a busy time. The checker I know was there, but she was busy talking to some little old lady, so I didn't talk to her. I'm going to have to talk to her one of these days. Not sure what to tell her. Because I'm not entirely clear on what I'm doing.Myself.
Oh yeah, one of those "oh god no" moments tonight. Just as I was walking up to the store entrance, my panties decided to start walking down my butt. It's not like anything showed, but it makes you feel more exposed.
At least my oversized male anatomy is good for one thing. it kept the front from walking down too. Or else I'd have been in danger of walking out of them. It's not as if you can store in the middle of the store and yank things up!
Still walking around the store (and back to the apartment) with it *feeling* like my ass was hanging out in the breeze is a sensation I'd just as soon have gone without.
Don't know how long I'll keep on doing this. I know that I won't be doing it for doctor visits, nor to see the accountant or to do some stuff with the bank. Eventually, I'm going to bite the bullet and "come out" to the apartment "manager" (she's here one day a week, usually). I figure I need to at some point because I expoect that soner or later either someone is going to take exception to "the weirdo" (not that most tenants aren't weird here) or someone will think I'm sharing the apartment with a woman (not likely, but it has the potential to be even messier if it happens).
At least the city and county laws are on my side. :-)
In any case, I think that at the very least that I need to do this until I'm not nervous or worried anymore. And getting the habits of doing all the stuff I need to do for Brooke that I tend to let slide as Leonard won't hurt either.
I know I can't go full time, and frankly, I'm not *ready* for something like that. Nor am I sure that it'd be a good idea. But it's something to think about. Already, I'm thinking about "Will I have to be Leonard?" when thinking about doing things.
mistresscayenne has loaned me her old forms and offered to sell them to me cheap. I'll probably buy them from her once I'm sure the tax mess is straightened out.My forms are size 7 which makes me sort of a C cup. And a bit under-endowed for my weight. These are size 10s, and I'm very definitely a D cup (I haven't looked up the sizing charts, but I measured: 52" under the breasts, 58" over them)
You could almost miss my old forms if I wore a loose shirt. These require a *very* loose shirt to not be obvious. And somehow, they "feel right". Pity the color doesn't match my skin tone well. Then again, there's no way anybody will mistake Transforms breast forms for the real thing if there isn't clothing in the way. Too shiny by far.
Last night, I had a bad moment when two of the clerks at Albertson's who were standing out front smoking on their burst burst out laughing as I walked up. But they didn't say anything so I can hope it was just a joke that one of them told.
Inside, the self-service checkout wasn't working, so I had to interact with a clerk who knows me fairly well. And who met Brooke at Halloween a couple years back. That was not good for my nerves.
They finally gave up on the self-serve and she opened a regular register. She made a comment to me as I was fumbling with getting my wallet out of my purse about me "not being myself tonight". So I know she clocked me.
Today, I intended to shave and shower shortly after I got up. But I got distractged with an unexpected computer problem. By dinner time I still hadn't. So when I started cooking only to find that I didn't have a major component for the dish I was making, I was a bit annoyed. Fortunately, I could just take what I'd done so far off the heat and cover it.
But I still had to shave and shower, and then go to the store during a busy time. The checker I know was there, but she was busy talking to some little old lady, so I didn't talk to her. I'm going to have to talk to her one of these days. Not sure what to tell her. Because I'm not entirely clear on what I'm doing.Myself.
Oh yeah, one of those "oh god no" moments tonight. Just as I was walking up to the store entrance, my panties decided to start walking down my butt. It's not like anything showed, but it makes you feel more exposed.
At least my oversized male anatomy is good for one thing. it kept the front from walking down too. Or else I'd have been in danger of walking out of them. It's not as if you can store in the middle of the store and yank things up!
Still walking around the store (and back to the apartment) with it *feeling* like my ass was hanging out in the breeze is a sensation I'd just as soon have gone without.
Don't know how long I'll keep on doing this. I know that I won't be doing it for doctor visits, nor to see the accountant or to do some stuff with the bank. Eventually, I'm going to bite the bullet and "come out" to the apartment "manager" (she's here one day a week, usually). I figure I need to at some point because I expoect that soner or later either someone is going to take exception to "the weirdo" (not that most tenants aren't weird here) or someone will think I'm sharing the apartment with a woman (not likely, but it has the potential to be even messier if it happens).
At least the city and county laws are on my side. :-)
In any case, I think that at the very least that I need to do this until I'm not nervous or worried anymore. And getting the habits of doing all the stuff I need to do for Brooke that I tend to let slide as Leonard won't hurt either.
I know I can't go full time, and frankly, I'm not *ready* for something like that. Nor am I sure that it'd be a good idea. But it's something to think about. Already, I'm thinking about "Will I have to be Leonard?" when thinking about doing things.
