So, I went to the Doctor today for a male well-check. I expected a hernia check and a prostate exam. There was a gallon size bottle of lube. I had hopes that the entire bottle wouldn't be necessary.
He probe a bit, I turned and coughed...he said to I think his relief as much as mine, "You don't really need a prostate check at your age." (At 43 I think he's wrong but I didn't protest.)
One of the reasons I hadn't waxed as of late was anticipating this exam. So I chickened out. I had had some concerns about enlargement a year or so ag, but I rationalized that those symptoms have gone away so perhaps I'm fine.
My wife's comment was "Pussy!" I pointed out to her that as a CD I didn't find that particular epitaph all that offensive.
"You march right back in there and ask that man to stick his finger up your bum!" I didn't heed that advice.
Later she was pointing out that men seem to have no problem with anal penetration as long as it isn't them being penetrated. Um, yeah.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
The intangible gender switch.
It isn't on/off exactly.
It isn't a dimmer switch.
It comes, it goes.
Today we had to go back to the town with the thrift stores, mostly to take the middle child to a dental appointment.
As I dressed, I anticipated that I would be a little en femme in my mood and was looking forward to shopping. I even put on a pair of plain whit cotton Hane's (panties, of course). Do you think that is what Michael meant in the commercials when he said, "Just as long as they say Hane's!"?
In the store, later, I just wasn't feeling it. I saw one spaghetti strapped cream shell with a padded shelf bra built in, but , meh...
It could be a little intimidation since our middle child's IQ of 180ish makes talking over her head impossible, so subtle signals weren't possible. Or maybe wrangling the toddler, hard into her "terrible two's" phase with a penchant for running every time she gets feet to floor.
I am looking forward to getting my "male well-care visit" out of the way. Why is it that I feel more comfortable with a health care professional seeing/poking and prodding my ass if it is clad in its natural hairy state? I cant wait to denude it again after the visit. I have noticed that it is hard for me to get "en femme" in my mind when I am hirsute. It just goes against all that I think of as womanly. (Yeah I know millions of European women can't be wrong yada yada yada...)
It isn't a dimmer switch.
It comes, it goes.
Today we had to go back to the town with the thrift stores, mostly to take the middle child to a dental appointment.
As I dressed, I anticipated that I would be a little en femme in my mood and was looking forward to shopping. I even put on a pair of plain whit cotton Hane's (panties, of course). Do you think that is what Michael meant in the commercials when he said, "Just as long as they say Hane's!"?
In the store, later, I just wasn't feeling it. I saw one spaghetti strapped cream shell with a padded shelf bra built in, but , meh...
It could be a little intimidation since our middle child's IQ of 180ish makes talking over her head impossible, so subtle signals weren't possible. Or maybe wrangling the toddler, hard into her "terrible two's" phase with a penchant for running every time she gets feet to floor.
I am looking forward to getting my "male well-care visit" out of the way. Why is it that I feel more comfortable with a health care professional seeing/poking and prodding my ass if it is clad in its natural hairy state? I cant wait to denude it again after the visit. I have noticed that it is hard for me to get "en femme" in my mind when I am hirsute. It just goes against all that I think of as womanly. (Yeah I know millions of European women can't be wrong yada yada yada...)
Saturday, October 25, 2008
I got used to loaning out clothes....
...sort of. I mean Dee has shopped wiht me most of the time and there are clearly things that are 'hers' or 'mine' or 'ours'. The problem is I apparently like to shop more than I like to dress so she has taken a certain license in 'borrowing' about anything that catches her fancy.
In truth, I kind of get a kick out of seeing Barbara's clothes out in public on her.
Not so much on my teenage daughter. Erp??!???!
She has long stolen mom's clothes.
The other night she decided she needed some nail polish in a subtle hue and took mine! I couldn't well loudly lambaste her for taking it without so much as a "by your leave?"
Today I happen to be wearing a blue and white striped (male) pole shirt, and I look down and see that she is wearing my blue and white striped, kitten heeled, strappy mules. Her feet, typically filthy, are leaving dark, ugly impressions on my shoes.
I'm going to need a locking wardrobe, apparently.
In truth, I kind of get a kick out of seeing Barbara's clothes out in public on her.
Not so much on my teenage daughter. Erp??!???!
She has long stolen mom's clothes.
The other night she decided she needed some nail polish in a subtle hue and took mine! I couldn't well loudly lambaste her for taking it without so much as a "by your leave?"
Today I happen to be wearing a blue and white striped (male) pole shirt, and I look down and see that she is wearing my blue and white striped, kitten heeled, strappy mules. Her feet, typically filthy, are leaving dark, ugly impressions on my shoes.
I'm going to need a locking wardrobe, apparently.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Glimpses of Barbara in a small town thrift.
We live in a tiny town these days and have to go 30+ miles to the nearest town with for instance a WalMart.
We had to go to town to pick up a starter for my import (2 week process to get it in Ford F250 land), Take care of a leaky valve stem, and get groceries. We had talked about checking out what we understood to be the only thrift store around. We had heard it was small, with poor selection and quality and pricey compared to our beloved Goodwill Dollar Days. None of the above was true. It was EVERYTHING 50 cents. (except ball-gowns, must be an anti-tranny thing..~shrug). The store was small, not a lot of space and the inventory was slightly less than the average CD's closet...but some items the quality was superb.
For example I got a Ralph Lauren jean jacket for work in my manly job. I didn't actually notice the buttons were wrong till I got home, it was Femme!...Grin...
Anyway, I was in Barbara mode meaning I loved shopping and the aim was for Dee, not me, as the selection wasn't likely to yield much for me that I don't have back at our other house. We were being even more discrete than usual about outing me, and only a couple of "Would Barbara like this you think?" queries. This led to a little minor misunderstanding about who the red Asian dress was for. I suggested for her, she wasn't into it, but when she found out all was half a buck, she got it and I thought it was for me. It fits me OK, but it fits her fabulously. She scored several other dresses that fit great. Her shape is very easy to play dress up with now since she fits all the cute clothes again. We talked about how I actually enjoy the shopping more than the actual dress-up it seems as of late. Just as I was her Barbie doll a year ago, she is mine now.
We found a second, larger thrift with higher prices, where I picked up some spectator pumps. (BTW do you know that in Google images for spectator pumps, one of the top 10 results are Barb's legs in a pair of spectators? These are kind of wingtip spectators that I like for the mixed gender aspect.
We also recently have found a brand and size for Dee's brassiere-ly uplifting needs. We went back to the store and bought her a couple of more. She was concerned about the expense since these are pricey.(but oh, so worth it!). I pointed out that I don;t even care for bras in a fetish sense or really to wear in dressing, but I own more than she does!.
Home later she started modeling our purchases (including a formal gown from store two.) She looked great, and I felt the urge to try on a LBD she had found for me. I felt silly in that I am a bit hirsute at the moment and had nothing handy to "tuck" my maleness out of the way. I decided though that it would dishonor my Barbara side to pass on even trying on based on my polarized thinking that if I can't dress right I won't at all. My wife isn't going to laugh at me and has always been supportive. We have been through a rough patch lately and I think part of that is my not being as open as I was in the year past. So I forged ahead. I did feel a little silly but the shortish, velvet, wrap bodice little black dress looked great. No padding, no bra, and it gave me a nice girly shape.
Inspired I went through and tried on all our purchases hers and mine, as well as the few femme items she had brought with her for me when she came out here. Some I hadn't tried on since she brought them, and one I hadn't tried on in well over a year and at least 25 lbs ago.
The forest green dress with the peblem detail from (where else?) Talbot's, fit amazingly well. I had only bought it because it was a nod to my made up (somewhat randomly) name. I got an OMG look from Dee and the treasured comment.."You LOOK like a chick!"
It was just what I needed hairy knees and chest inclusive, to break the ice. I , for now, feel comfortable dressing around Dee again. Nothing changed throughout all this but my mindset.
We had to go to town to pick up a starter for my import (2 week process to get it in Ford F250 land), Take care of a leaky valve stem, and get groceries. We had talked about checking out what we understood to be the only thrift store around. We had heard it was small, with poor selection and quality and pricey compared to our beloved Goodwill Dollar Days. None of the above was true. It was EVERYTHING 50 cents. (except ball-gowns, must be an anti-tranny thing..~shrug). The store was small, not a lot of space and the inventory was slightly less than the average CD's closet...but some items the quality was superb.
For example I got a Ralph Lauren jean jacket for work in my manly job. I didn't actually notice the buttons were wrong till I got home, it was Femme!...Grin...
Anyway, I was in Barbara mode meaning I loved shopping and the aim was for Dee, not me, as the selection wasn't likely to yield much for me that I don't have back at our other house. We were being even more discrete than usual about outing me, and only a couple of "Would Barbara like this you think?" queries. This led to a little minor misunderstanding about who the red Asian dress was for. I suggested for her, she wasn't into it, but when she found out all was half a buck, she got it and I thought it was for me. It fits me OK, but it fits her fabulously. She scored several other dresses that fit great. Her shape is very easy to play dress up with now since she fits all the cute clothes again. We talked about how I actually enjoy the shopping more than the actual dress-up it seems as of late. Just as I was her Barbie doll a year ago, she is mine now.
We found a second, larger thrift with higher prices, where I picked up some spectator pumps. (BTW do you know that in Google images for spectator pumps, one of the top 10 results are Barb's legs in a pair of spectators? These are kind of wingtip spectators that I like for the mixed gender aspect.
We also recently have found a brand and size for Dee's brassiere-ly uplifting needs. We went back to the store and bought her a couple of more. She was concerned about the expense since these are pricey.(but oh, so worth it!). I pointed out that I don;t even care for bras in a fetish sense or really to wear in dressing, but I own more than she does!.
Home later she started modeling our purchases (including a formal gown from store two.) She looked great, and I felt the urge to try on a LBD she had found for me. I felt silly in that I am a bit hirsute at the moment and had nothing handy to "tuck" my maleness out of the way. I decided though that it would dishonor my Barbara side to pass on even trying on based on my polarized thinking that if I can't dress right I won't at all. My wife isn't going to laugh at me and has always been supportive. We have been through a rough patch lately and I think part of that is my not being as open as I was in the year past. So I forged ahead. I did feel a little silly but the shortish, velvet, wrap bodice little black dress looked great. No padding, no bra, and it gave me a nice girly shape.
Inspired I went through and tried on all our purchases hers and mine, as well as the few femme items she had brought with her for me when she came out here. Some I hadn't tried on since she brought them, and one I hadn't tried on in well over a year and at least 25 lbs ago.
The forest green dress with the peblem detail from (where else?) Talbot's, fit amazingly well. I had only bought it because it was a nod to my made up (somewhat randomly) name. I got an OMG look from Dee and the treasured comment.."You LOOK like a chick!"It was just what I needed hairy knees and chest inclusive, to break the ice. I , for now, feel comfortable dressing around Dee again. Nothing changed throughout all this but my mindset.
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