MAC_attack
Every Friday I work from home and get to spend a few hours enfemme. While I do enjoy these quite times nothing beats some real quality girl time out and about. So after several weeks of not traveling I was overjoyed to hear that I was going to San Diego for a class.
Monday was my travel day and I debated flying enfemme. The only reason I didn’t was because of the distance. I had a layover in Houston and the whole trip would take about 8 hours. The first time I do fly enfemme I want it to be a short trip. However I am at a point now where I feel confident enough to fly without any misgivings or fears.
I landed in San Diego at 12:00PM and arrived at the hotel by 1:00PM. I opened my suitcase and pulled back a thin layer of male clothes and then drew out a dancer’s garment bag that held Paula’s wardrobe for the next week.
I decided to wear my hounds tooth skirt and black turtle neck. I made my way down to the lobby to get a bottle of water. As the door to the elevator opened I was hit by a stench of smoke. I stood there perplex for a moment and then noticed the place was crawling with Smoke Jumpers from the U.S. Forest Service. They were staying at the hotel for training classes and were on a break. So forward I marched into a crowd of about 30 macho guys, confident and secure in my womanhood. I picked a bottle of water from the cooler and smiled to the young woman at the desk
“Please put this on room 312”
“Sure no problem” she smiled back at me while busy with a 100 other tasks.
I collected my purse swung it over my shoulder and made my way over to the exit. The room was loud and the crowd was bustling and hectic. Then to my delight one of the Fire Fighters standing near the door reached over and politely held it open.
I remember the first time I got a ma’am it was incredibility validating. But to receive this social courtesy typically afforded women truly made my day.
I smiled and waved demurely and chimed out a “Thank you sir”
In a clear west Texas accent I heard a baritone, “Welcome ma’am”
Holy smoke, (pun intended) that was just too much a Ma’am also!
I guess what was all so exhilarating and exciting is that for most of my life I never thought I would ever leave the house dressed as a woman. I lived with such fear and shame that the thought of being accepted and treated respectfully as a women seem foreign and unattainable. Only a few short years ago in 2009 I was afraid even to buy make-up. I truly treasure exchanges like this and it is with heartfelt sincerity that I say that I treasure and feel privileged to be address as a woman.
The day was off to a great start, and couldn’t get any better. I decided to take a ride to the University of San Diego and pick up a sweatshirt for a friend at the book store. The store closed at 6:00PM so I hurried on my way. The university is huge and beautiful. The campus has acres of manicured lawns and pristine walk ways. I spent about 30 minutes walking and taking it all in the architecture, the landscaping and all of the young people filled with such optimism and hope. After surrendering to the reality that I wasn’t going to stumble upon the bookstore I stopped and asked a young woman for help. She started to give me directions but then gave up and invited me to walk along with her. We had a pleasant chat as we walk along together,
“This is a beautiful campus.” I offered in hopes of initiating a conversation.
“It’s 182 acres and designed in 16th century Spanish Renaissance architecture, San Diego was first discovered in 1542 by the Spanish, years before the Pilgrims arrived in Plymouth.” She offered this with interest.
Wow I thought to myself, not your typical zoned out college kid,
“You must be either an architecture or history major?” I suggested.
“Neither” she responded, “I’m in Elementary Education”
My eyes lit up, and before I could get the words back into my mouth they were out there.
“Oh my wife teaches 1st grade” I laughed inside, for outing myself, nevertheless I kept going.
“You’re going to make a wonderful teacher” I finished.
I could see on her face that I had answered any doubt and filled in any blanks she had about this tall blonde. With that however her smile seemed to grow a little brighter and her conversations a bit more animated as she asked me about my wife’s school, class and career. We arrived in front of the bookstore and parted ways with cordial pleasantries.
I’m sure she realized I was transgender and it encourages me to see that the next generation is supportive and accepting of transgender people.
I headed over to the Fashion Valley Mall and decided on the Cheesecake Factory for dinner. There was a queue for tables so I sat and waited amongst dozens of dinners. I busied myself with my phone and sat there with my legs demurely crossed. As I was sitting there I remembered reading the web pages of a girl named Gabrielle Romani back in the 90’s she always went to Cheesecake factory enfemme. I remember thinking there’s no way I could ever, ever do that!” But here I was, proving there is hope for everyone.
“Ms Gaikowski your table is ready.”
Feel like a woman. Wear a dress!
Being middle age boring and oh so predictable, I of course went to visit the MAC store at the Fashion Valley mall the second night in town. Wait a second, did I say “boring and predictable?” I’m going to have to reassess that statement. Any middle age man, who throws caution to the wind and frolic’s cross country as a middle aged woman, can’t be pegged as boring and predictable. Crazy maybe, the jury is still out.
I don’t want to sound like an advertisement for MAC nevertheless they were wonderful as usual. I spent about an hour with a young woman working on a winter look for my eyes. She had never met a transgender person before and I spent the time telling her my story. She asked me a ton of questions; Are you gay? What does your wife think? How old were you when you started? And of course the well-known “Are going to get the operation?” She was a sweetheart and we hugged when parting.
The Cheesecake factory was convenient so I enjoyed another nice meal there. I was seated at a table and in front of me was a huge mirror that allowed me a view of the restaurant. I’m always curious what others think of my presentation so I kept scanning the room looking for the stares or whispers. Happily I didn’t notice anything like that. Finally I relaxed and I sat there gazing with wonder into the mirror at the woman across from me.
My last night there I put on my favorite Jones New York suit and headed out to a See’s candies to buy a hostess gift for the Holidays. The sales associate was a handsome fellow and was super helpful as we went thru the list I brought in with me. He Ma’am me several times so I was delighted.
I stopped by Macy’s and visited the NARs counter. I had been looking for a lip gloss to give my lips some added dimension and thought I would visit my old favorite makeup counter. I spent about 20 minutes trying a few different shades and walked away with a $26.00 tube of lip gloss. I do love being spoiled and treated special by the sales associates but is it worth $26.00?
Finally, the last stop on my last night there, girlfriends was? ………………………Yes Nordstrom’s! If I was going to advise novice girls on their first steps out in to the world, I would suggest your first two visits whether endrab or enfemme should be MAC and Nordstrom’s. I had no intention of trying on any gowns that evening but was assisted by a vivacious sales associate named Ashley.
As we scanned the racks for a long sleeve gown she peppered me with questions about the event I needed a dress for, along with color and date. I quickly invented a story about my nieces wedding back east in February. She pulled three long gowns and then she asked the question you never ask a transgendered girl! “Would you like to try some of these dresses on?” So I’m thinking, is the Pope Catholic? I hesitated for a bit and then she started to insist. “Oh it’s no trouble, let me start a room.”
“Yes Ashley, please start a room.” I don’t know about you girls but you don’t have to asked me a third time to try on beautiful designer gowns. Off we went I tried on four different gowns and Ashley took pictures of three. Ashley was playful and a lot of fun. When I tried on the Adrianna Papell you see here, I felt so pretty. Ashley remarked “Oh wow that dress works for you, your hips, look at those boobies.” Gosh, wow is that how ladies to talk in the dressing rooms I thought. I was highly complemented but also a little bit self conscious by her observation. Her salesmanship was effective I decided to buy the dress I was in love with it. Guess what girls? I then saw the price tag $540.00, sadly I had to decline. It just was too much for my budget. Ashley was happy to help me and understood the economics of it all. It was an enjoyable way to end my visit to San Diego and I made a special memory.
MAC_attack
Every Friday I work from home and get to spend a few hours enfemme. While I do enjoy these quite times nothing beats some real quality girl time out and about. So after several weeks of not traveling I was overjoyed to hear that I was going to San Diego for a class.
Monday was my travel day and I debated flying enfemme. The only reason I didn’t was because of the distance. I had a layover in Houston and the whole trip would take about 8 hours. The first time I do fly enfemme I want it to be a short trip. However I am at a point now where I feel confident enough to fly without any misgivings or fears.
I landed in San Diego at 12:00PM and arrived at the hotel by 1:00PM. I opened my suitcase and pulled back a thin layer of male clothes and then drew out a dancer’s garment bag that held Paula’s wardrobe for the next week.
I decided to wear my hounds tooth skirt and black turtle neck. I made my way down to the lobby to get a bottle of water. As the door to the elevator opened I was hit by a stench of smoke. I stood there perplex for a moment and then noticed the place was crawling with Smoke Jumpers from the U.S. Forest Service. They were staying at the hotel for training classes and were on a break. So forward I marched into a crowd of about 30 macho guys, confident and secure in my womanhood. I picked a bottle of water from the cooler and smiled to the young woman at the desk
“Please put this on room 312”
“Sure no problem” she smiled back at me while busy with a 100 other tasks.
I collected my purse swung it over my shoulder and made my way over to the exit. The room was loud and the crowd was bustling and hectic. Then to my delight one of the Fire Fighters standing near the door reached over and politely held it open.
I remember the first time I got a ma’am it was incredibility validating. But to receive this social courtesy typically afforded women truly made my day.
I smiled and waved demurely and chimed out a “Thank you sir”
In a clear west Texas accent I heard a baritone, “Welcome ma’am”
Holy smoke, (pun intended) that was just too much a Ma’am also!
I guess what was all so exhilarating and exciting is that for most of my life I never thought I would ever leave the house dressed as a woman. I lived with such fear and shame that the thought of being accepted and treated respectfully as a women seem foreign and unattainable. Only a few short years ago in 2009 I was afraid even to buy make-up. I truly treasure exchanges like this and it is with heartfelt sincerity that I say that I treasure and feel privileged to be address as a woman.
The day was off to a great start, and couldn’t get any better. I decided to take a ride to the University of San Diego and pick up a sweatshirt for a friend at the book store. The store closed at 6:00PM so I hurried on my way. The university is huge and beautiful. The campus has acres of manicured lawns and pristine walk ways. I spent about 30 minutes walking and taking it all in the architecture, the landscaping and all of the young people filled with such optimism and hope. After surrendering to the reality that I wasn’t going to stumble upon the bookstore I stopped and asked a young woman for help. She started to give me directions but then gave up and invited me to walk along with her. We had a pleasant chat as we walk along together,
“This is a beautiful campus.” I offered in hopes of initiating a conversation.
“It’s 182 acres and designed in 16th century Spanish Renaissance architecture, San Diego was first discovered in 1542 by the Spanish, years before the Pilgrims arrived in Plymouth.” She offered this with interest.
Wow I thought to myself, not your typical zoned out college kid,
“You must be either an architecture or history major?” I suggested.
“Neither” she responded, “I’m in Elementary Education”
My eyes lit up, and before I could get the words back into my mouth they were out there.
“Oh my wife teaches 1st grade” I laughed inside, for outing myself, nevertheless I kept going.
“You’re going to make a wonderful teacher” I finished.
I could see on her face that I had answered any doubt and filled in any blanks she had about this tall blonde. With that however her smile seemed to grow a little brighter and her conversations a bit more animated as she asked me about my wife’s school, class and career. We arrived in front of the bookstore and parted ways with cordial pleasantries.
I’m sure she realized I was transgender and it encourages me to see that the next generation is supportive and accepting of transgender people.
I headed over to the Fashion Valley Mall and decided on the Cheesecake Factory for dinner. There was a queue for tables so I sat and waited amongst dozens of dinners. I busied myself with my phone and sat there with my legs demurely crossed. As I was sitting there I remembered reading the web pages of a girl named Gabrielle Romani back in the 90’s she always went to Cheesecake factory enfemme. I remember thinking there’s no way I could ever, ever do that!” But here I was, proving there is hope for everyone.
“Ms Gaikowski your table is ready.”
Feel like a woman. Wear a dress!
Being middle age boring and oh so predictable, I of course went to visit the MAC store at the Fashion Valley mall the second night in town. Wait a second, did I say “boring and predictable?” I’m going to have to reassess that statement. Any middle age man, who throws caution to the wind and frolic’s cross country as a middle aged woman, can’t be pegged as boring and predictable. Crazy maybe, the jury is still out.
I don’t want to sound like an advertisement for MAC nevertheless they were wonderful as usual. I spent about an hour with a young woman working on a winter look for my eyes. She had never met a transgender person before and I spent the time telling her my story. She asked me a ton of questions; Are you gay? What does your wife think? How old were you when you started? And of course the well-known “Are going to get the operation?” She was a sweetheart and we hugged when parting.
The Cheesecake factory was convenient so I enjoyed another nice meal there. I was seated at a table and in front of me was a huge mirror that allowed me a view of the restaurant. I’m always curious what others think of my presentation so I kept scanning the room looking for the stares or whispers. Happily I didn’t notice anything like that. Finally I relaxed and I sat there gazing with wonder into the mirror at the woman across from me.
My last night there I put on my favorite Jones New York suit and headed out to a See’s candies to buy a hostess gift for the Holidays. The sales associate was a handsome fellow and was super helpful as we went thru the list I brought in with me. He Ma’am me several times so I was delighted.
I stopped by Macy’s and visited the NARs counter. I had been looking for a lip gloss to give my lips some added dimension and thought I would visit my old favorite makeup counter. I spent about 20 minutes trying a few different shades and walked away with a $26.00 tube of lip gloss. I do love being spoiled and treated special by the sales associates but is it worth $26.00?
Finally, the last stop on my last night there, girlfriends was? ………………………Yes Nordstrom’s! If I was going to advise novice girls on their first steps out in to the world, I would suggest your first two visits whether endrab or enfemme should be MAC and Nordstrom’s. I had no intention of trying on any gowns that evening but was assisted by a vivacious sales associate named Ashley.
As we scanned the racks for a long sleeve gown she peppered me with questions about the event I needed a dress for, along with color and date. I quickly invented a story about my nieces wedding back east in February. She pulled three long gowns and then she asked the question you never ask a transgendered girl! “Would you like to try some of these dresses on?” So I’m thinking, is the Pope Catholic? I hesitated for a bit and then she started to insist. “Oh it’s no trouble, let me start a room.”
“Yes Ashley, please start a room.” I don’t know about you girls but you don’t have to asked me a third time to try on beautiful designer gowns. Off we went I tried on four different gowns and Ashley took pictures of three. Ashley was playful and a lot of fun. When I tried on the Adrianna Papell you see here, I felt so pretty. Ashley remarked “Oh wow that dress works for you, your hips, look at those boobies.” Gosh, wow is that how ladies to talk in the dressing rooms I thought. I was highly complemented but also a little bit self conscious by her observation. Her salesmanship was effective I decided to buy the dress I was in love with it. Guess what girls? I then saw the price tag $540.00, sadly I had to decline. It just was too much for my budget. Ashley was happy to help me and understood the economics of it all. It was an enjoyable way to end my visit to San Diego and I made a special memory.