You know, it’s been a while since I posted a pic.  Partly because I’m still waiting for my everyday wear to get here.  Target, in their infinite wisdom, decided to pretty much not ship anything I ordered for over a month because apparently one single item wasn’t in stock.  Bummer. But today I felt like doing something special, so I got over my misgivings and dove into my wife’s closet for some choice pics in regular wear.  Actually, the top she’d brought out of her “stuff I never wear” collection for me a while back because I’d commented on how I liked the sleeves on a similar top someone was wearing on TV.  And since then it’d just kind of sat there, waiting.  Why?  Because I have no skirt to wear it with. You see, my last pic with a skirt, wasn’t actually a skirt at all.  It was a black cami with the top tucked in. This time, it’s one of my wife’s whole two skirts.  Only the skirt goes all the way down to my ankles, and while sometimes that’s nice, I really wasn’t looking for that.  So I had to roll it up.  Which it was way too long to do that without looking funny.  So I experimented and found something that almost came out right. But hey.  At least it’s a nice little frilly outfit for me to enjoy the day in.  And of course I just had to go with some nice thigh-high black stockings with a lace top to them.  I started out borrowing a pair of my wife’s panties, a nice black satin pair with lace accents.  But they didn’t want to stay put very well and that got kind of annoying.  So I switch over to my own black lace thong.  I guess I’m a size smaller than my wife.  Who knew? And then just some simple black pumps.  I’m doing laundry, going up and down stairs a lot.  I don’t want to take any risks. I really don’t get why women complain about heels though.  I mean I’ve been walking around in heeled pumps and sandals and boots and whatnot and so far it’s been fun.  I haven’t really tripped.  But it’s not like I wear them daily or have lots of practice yet.  It’s just a breeze to me. But now I get why women walk with that sway.  Heels just kind of make you walk sexy.  At least for me it seems like you don’t even have a choice.  It’s walk sexy and smooth or walk with a lot of funny little steps and try not to fall.  So I just strut, and it works.  I dunno.  Maybe I was just born to it. So how are things?  Well, the chicken stock fell flat.  I boiled the bones too much and just didn’t like the consistancy or taste.  Oh well.  You gotta try.  At least the house smelled really good. But so the chicken pot pie casserole that it was meant for turned out just fine anyway.  I nailed it this time.  It was delish!  And full of good veggies like chopped asparagus, chopped snow pea pods, carrots, onion, celery, garlic, and of course the obligatory ordinary peas, corn, and potatoes.  Lots of veggies, which is good for you.  But what really made it great was the sauce.  Okay, so I used a whole stick of butter in the end, but I also used like about 8 cups of broth.  Maybe even a cup of heavy cream.  Maybe only half a cup.  I didn’t really measure that, just poured and stirred until it looked right.  And then a bunch of corn starch to thicken it up.  So it worked out like a treat.  It was absolutely wonderful.  It was the epitome of savory and comfort food.  The only thing missing was a little sage.  My wife kept raving.  Life is good. Speaking of life being good, so tomorrow I have a job interview.  Local even.  I hope it goes well.  I hope I like the company.  It’ll be nice to be back on a regular job again instead of being an independent contractor.  I miss just having that office environment with real live people.  I got an inflatable doll a while back and tried to dress her up like a secretary, but instead of her being a friendly face she just kinda got creepy.  Oh well.  You never know until you try.  But so I hope I have real live coworkers again soon.  That’ll be nice.  Wish me luck! I’d love to stay and chat more, but laundry calls.  Four loads today.  Unfortunately the clothes don’t wash themselves.  But have a good day, y’all!  I love you.  Each and every one!

Hey, it is thrills and frills in this fun ensemble!

So today I’m feeling ever so simple as I walk around the house. Okay, so the heels are a bit more than simple, but the rest is quite comfortable. The funny thing is, I’m not even fully cross-dressed. The pants are men’s satin pjs. So does a woman’s top and shoes make that fully crossdressing today? Or is it a half-cross? Or maybe a double-cross? I know. I’m feeling silly. But all of this fun today has reminded me to touch up my streak. Isn’t it all shiny and new now? I have no idea why I started putting a single huge streak in my hair. I just enjoy it. It’s just a simple application of forty per cent by volume hydrogen peroxide bleaching crap from any hair stylist supply shop. It doesn’t take much to do. But it brings me great joy. So anyway, I hope you’re all having a lovely day out there. I’ve been having fun indoors, playing with myself, so to speak.

If I'm only wearing half women's clothes does that make it a half-cross?