Last week Mistress told me to find someplace out of our area to go out to dinner for a special occasion where I could be full fem. She and K were away for two nights and would probably be tired from driving home so I decided on something relatively close, on the other side of the city, as chances of seeing someone we know were slim to none.
Friday night, I watched several videos on makeup and picked up some good pointers on disguising that five o’clock shadow and other tips. Saturday I took a trip to Walmart to pick up orange concealer, press on nails, various brushes and peach blush. I researched and found that either peach or coral blush goes best with my strawberry blonde hair. Saturday night I practiced with the concealer, foundation, blush and brushes so I knew what to do the next day for our dinner.
Mistress texted me in the morning and told me to wear a pair of woman’s jeans, a nice top, my boots and wig. Dress women’s casual. She also said to do full makeup but not to look slutty.
From talking to numerous trans girls no one is ever content or happy with their looks. Everyone is hard on themselves and never seems satisfied or happy with their appearance. I am as guilty of this as anyone so I wanted to do everything I could to look the best that I could.
When Mistress and K arrived home in the early afternoon, I was almost ready to go. I could still see a slight shadow but determined that any more foundation would make me look ridiculous. I applied bright red nails, my wig, grabbed my purse and off we went.
I have been fully dressed several times away from home, but until I do it more frequently I get apprehensive. All trans girls want to be passable and recognized for what they feel inside and I am no exception.
We went to a Japanese hibachi restaurant and got seated at a table with another couple. They paid absolutely no attention to us. When the waiter took our order he took K’s, then Mistress’ and looked at me and said “and you ma’am”. It shocked the shit out of me but I kept my cool and ordered. Wow, this was the first time I was ever called ma’am. This stranger, who I’ll never see again, made my day! The hibachi cook also refered to me as ma’am several times also. I felt doubly good and I guess I can pull it off!
I know I have a long way to get to where I’ll feel completely comfortable but this was a great start, not to mention a good meal and a very special day indeed!