I'm up deliciously late on a holiday morning, looking forward to the treat of a girls' afternoon out with Christina, and I've decided to spend the entire day in femme mode. I slept naked except for nail polish, and no article of male clothing will touch my skin today...except when I wade through the drifts of laundry by the bed, but that doesn't count. :-) I've never done femme all day before. I wonder what my tracker number will be tonight...
I'm going for a plainer look today than I've ever done before...a wanting-to-excite-absolutely-no-notice-at-Goodwill look. My one and only pair of jeans (with pink & purple canvas belt), a purple woman's cut T-shirt with the logo of my place of employment on it, and the flip-flops. That's it. No jewelry, subdued makeup, and maybe just one of Daughter17's hair bands to keep my wig out of my eyes.
The only thing is, the shirt is rather snug, and I am self-conscious about my preternaturally perky boobs...at the supermarket the other night I tamed them a little with my most recent wardrobe addition, a soft light front-buttoning sweater in a browny-gold. It's supposed to be warm today, but I do believe I'll be bringing the sweater again anyway.
Hey, my italics are back...if ellipses and smilies are my femme-writerly foundation and powder, italics are blush. Not too much, now...apply judiciously, dear. :-)
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