January 19, 2024, a very snow day. Plans I had made needed to be canceled. But I did have back-to-back virtual meetings scheduled. Here you see what the other parties saw.
Being a Friday, I needed to do the weekly grocery shopping, so I basically made a “housewife” day of it. I tended to a few work duties and then out the door I went!
It was just a treat casually doing the shopping, interacting with others, not a soul spinning around looking at me. When I checked out, the person in front of me bought over $300 of stuff, so she took a while. But she also thought the world revolved around her, on the phone the entire time, not helping the poor cashier with no bagger and of course, being rude to other patrons (me) by taking so long. When she left, the cashier was clearly pissed but we laughed about it. I bagged all my stuff to help out. Since I get a significant discount because my wife works for this grocery chain, I always make sure I help out. She was so kind to me, admiring my jewelry. Just a lovely interaction.
I went home, put the groceries away, worked a bit, made dinner and then got flipped back before my wife came home. Would she care if Kandi greeted her? Not a bit, but I would. I never want to want to push any boundaries or ruin a good thing.
I have to admit, I rather enjoyed being dressed all day, with the exception of the wig. It doesn’t bother me until I am not out. When I am a woman out in society, I am not aware of what is on me. I don’t feel the things I wear that I don’t otherwise, the earrings are there like they belong, my breasts are as natural as I imagine they might be, nothing feels special or different. Once I get “off stage”, I do become aware of a tight pair of heels, a hair hat on my head, or the minor pain of wearing earrings for pierced ears without actually having pierced ears. You get the point. I wish that day would come when I am not aware of all of this, but after 50+ years of none of this (principally), old habits, old feelings, old sensations, die hard.