All Systems Go

My wife really came through. She hunted down another ticket, and she will be taking the kids out of town around noon Saturday. So, the meeting will happen, and I really need it after missing last month's.

I'm being much more "out" around the wife of late, and without seeming to cause any upset. She shows no indication of having an issue with my stubbly legs in bed. I'm making my witty little asides about my crossdressing and not being shot down. She seems to be accepting that I need to do this. I can only hope that it lasts. Not walking on eggshells--that's a welcome change.

We went to a big shindig tonight, a private school fundraiser. Very swanky, black tie optional. We had no money to give, but we hung with several friends. So many beautiful women, so well dressed. I really must get a pair of boots. My sister-in-law, D, came along as well. You may recall that she knows my secret. I sat next to her and chatted much of the night.

Early on, I confided to her that the hardest part about being there for me was the envy. She laughed hard at this, but she understood the truth of it. She and I proceeded to point out fashion don'ts, such as the bereted woman that I said was from the French Resistance. D has an alert eye for Visible Panty Lines, which I'll forever notice now. Later on, we talked about shoes. She recommended some places that she knew had larger selections of big girl shoes. I told her about free shipping to Payless stores, and their in-store returns.

At one point, D and another woman were talking about consignment and Goodwill shopping. The other woman turns to me and says, "You must be very bored to be listening to us talk about buying blouses. We're going to talk bras next!" I wanted to say that I was fascinated and taking mental notes, but left it with a shrug and a smile. D knew the truth and continued to speak loud enough to keep me included. Very sweet.

I've been checking stuff off my prep list for the meeting. Got the arms bleached, right in front of the missus. She complained a bit about the acrid smell, and asked some general questions about the routine, but said nothing dismissive or debasing. Gotta work on the wig still, and get an outfit squared away. I have ideas, but I may have to dig into her collection. Hell, I offered her my short silk slip tonight when she didn't have one. She declined, but I think I can borrow something from her now, right? Right!