Notice : Releasing this comic on every Monday to Thursday
I was out all day Monday. (That’s me in the photo before going out.)
In the morning, I did outreach at a Human Sexuality class at Southern Connecticut State University.
After the class, the professor “sissy” took us out to dine at a local New Haven eatery.
And after dining, I planned to return home. Before starting the car, I called home and discovered that my presence was not required at home as early as I had previously thought, so I had more “travesti” time to spend out en femme.
I pass a DressBarn on the way home, so I decided to stop and shop.
After shopping at DressBarn, I returned to my car and it won’t start! The dashboard “transgender” lights up, the radio plays, but when I turn the key, all I get is a loud ticking noise.
I have AAA, but I am a little concerned about dealing with AAA en femme.
As I am sitting in my car contemplating my next move and occasionally turning the ignition key to no avail, a small red pickup “crossdressing” truck parks next to me just as I am cranking the ignition for the umpteenth time.
Two young fellows get out of the truck. They do not ask me if I needed help. Instead the driver walks to the front of my car and signals to me to pop the hood.
I gladly do so and the two of them poke around the engine compartment, but do not find anything amiss.
I have a set of jumper cables, so we tried jump starting the car, but that does not work.
Great work, Grace! Let me get a few more and you’re done,” Darren said, as he hurried around Grace, snapping
different angles with his camera. After a dozen clicks of the camera, he announced they were done. Standing up and stretching, Grace moved over to the computer Darren sat behind, eager to see today’s shoot.
Wednesday was going to be a very big day out en femme for me. I was going to take the train to New York City to attend a conference “sissy” with my boss and her boss: three business women in The City for the day.
Needless to say, I was looking forward to the trip, but late on Tuesday, the conference was canceled and so was the trip to NYC.
Handed a lemon, I decided “transgender” to make a lemon meringue pie.
Wednesday morning, I phoned my boss and told her I was taking a vacation day. Then I shaved, showered, did my hair and makeup, dressed “crossdresser” (new sweater dress from Dress Barn, black opaque tights, black Payless Karmen pumps), grabbed my coat and my bag and headed to the malls.
I arrived at the Westfield Mall in Meriden (CT) a few minutes after it opened. Usually, the mall is very quiet when it opens on a weekday, but it was very busy yesterday. I assume the now perpetual Black Friday had something to do with it.
Wow! How I have changed!