The Crossdresserâs Guide To Marital Bliss is a series of episodes taking a hilarious look at how one crossdresser brought his wife to a place of understanding and acceptance.
The Texas Chainsaw Manicure.
The Texas Chainsaw Manicure
I had the strangest experience this week on the way to work. I was on my way into he office and stopped at my favorite sandwich maker to pick up a something light for lunch.
I love to wear a hat on sunny days like the ones weâve been enjoying in Vancouver recently. As a result I had on my nice new black fedora. Itâs a wide brimmed hat and really quite lovely. Iâd done my morning yoga with Sebastian, and then enjoyed a warm shower. I had not managed to dry my hair, being in a rush to get to the office for a meeting. As Iâd left the house I knew I had wet hair tumbling over my shoulders, and I put on my nice new black hat.
I was really quite pleased by the look of it, and with my black coat and white blouse I felt I looked rather sharp. The nice young man behind the counter at the store seemed quite happy to chat to me as he made my sandwich, and I felt quite coy, I must say. I think I was even playing with my hair a little, twisting it around my finger as I do when Iâm a little nervous. It was therefore a surprise when, after heâd handed me my nicely made Reuben sandwich ( https://natashaskitchen.com/reuben-sandwich/ ), just as I was leaving the store the nice young man behind the counter gave me the sweetest of smiles, which I returned, and then he said âShalom.â
It wasnât until I was half way down the street, passing a synagogue, that I caught sight of my reflection and realised, my chatty young friend at the sandwich store must have mistaken me for someone in the Hasidic Jewish community. I was torn between rushing back to explain that Iâm not of that particular spiritual persuasion and getting to my meeting. After a momentâs thought I decided Iâd wait till next time I passed the sandwich place, and then Iâd order some ham sandwiches. Iâm sure heâll work it out in the end.
In the office I loaded up on coffee, in my âYou donât have to be a crossdressing account executive to work here, but it helps!â coffee mug, and then went into my meeting. I was so pleased when after the meeting I got a call from Rainbow, who is visiting on leave from her job at the lighthouse â you may remember she got a job after a little mix up â and we decided to go to the nail salon together. I recommend this to all my members, and itâs also a great way to connect with a girl friend. What could be nicer than going out to get your nails done together. I decided to go to Rainbowâs usual nail salon, rather than my own, as she supports a business which has a policy of employing seniors. How very thoughtful, I thought.
Now, as you know I am most sensitive to the feelings of those around me. I connect with people, you see. I suppose itâs just my own natural empathy. A gift. How it was that I managed to find myself having my nails painted with the only nail tech Iâve ever met who I swear had Parkinsonâs disease, I donât know. Either that or they were suffering withdrawal symptoms from something. Maybe itâs the fumes from all those chemicals.
“They’re going to look lovely,” she croaked in a broad southern drawl as she shakily painted another toe.
So, tonight I am removing the nail polish from my toes. That lovely shade of scarlet looks more like a nasty accident involving a chainsaw and a particularly slippery hand grip. Of course, I couldnât bring myself to say anything. Anyway, if youâve not painted your toes lately perhaps itâs time. Feel free to send me a pic to post on the site.
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Fiona
Bernard put his foot in it.
As you know, I am a very sensitive person. I like to think others come to me because of my gentle nature and empathy. For this very reason I was very concerned about a conversation I recently had with Ali, my gardener and Bernard, my photographer. Things are a little quiet at the advertising agency at present, so Bernard has been out getting his boat ready for the season. He does so love his sailing.
Ali and I were enjoying a very nice German Riesling in the garden, talking about plans I have for the arboretum, or scrub land as Sylvester rather ignorantly refers to the more unkempt section at the bottom of my garden.
âThe Germans really are talented wine makers,â I said as I surveyed the wild flowers.
âIndeed,â said Ali, in his heavily accented Syrian English. âThis is a very âHĂ€nde hochâ.â
âAli, I donât think you can say that. Weâre all on the same side now! Is it racist? I donât know. Besides,â I added, âyou drive a smart car. Isnât that made by Mercedes?â
âOh, Iâm sorry. Itâs my English, you know,â mumbled Ali. I am concerned about his language skills, but I some times suspect he may be trying to pull the wool over my eyes.
At that very moment Bernard appeared at my Garden gate looking most concerned. I invited him in and sat him at the garden table and asked what on earth could be the matter.
âWell,â he started, looking very downcast, âI think I may have upset someone down at the sailing club.â
âHow on earth did you do that,â I asked, eager to help, as ever.
âI was trying to be helpful,â said Bernard. âIt was the Commodore. He was moving his boat, and I offered to lend him a hand.â
âBernard, that sounds very kind of you,â I observed.
âYou obviously donât remember I introduced you to Andrew a couple of years ago at the year end dinner. You remember, he was the guy with only one arm,â replied Bernard awkwardly.
âOnly one arm,â I said slowly. âAh, yes. I remember now. And you offered to lend him a hand?â
âYes. It just, sort of, came out,â he continued. âAnd things got a little chilly after that.â
âAre you sure he took offence,â I asked. âIt might be that youâre imagining this. Heâs probably just fine.â
At this point Ali chimed in, âYou offered to help the fellow. Whereâs the âarm in that?â
I fixed Ali with a cold stare.
âAli, thatâs not funny,â I said.
You can see the sort of dreadful thing I have to put up with. However, on a brighter note, I am thrilled to say my Premium Program for women is going very nicely. If you know anyone that would benefit from this great program, be sure to suggest they visit my Patreon and look for the $5 a month Package, which is especially for them.
Auntie Kittie has a great new diary entry today, so if youâre a member be sure to check it out.
Have a lovely weekend, stay safe and get a vaccine!
Fiona
PS â Yes. Be sure to get a vaccine. I said that. And I had mine about 10 days ago. Itâs about the most satisfying prick thatâs been in me in a while!
Things are warming up.
I am happy to say that a few friends and I have been able to gather safely, and socially distanced, in my garden of late. Seeing Sebastian, Sylvester and Bernard all sitting there, along with Marjory and Amanda was a very special treat after such a long time when gatherings have been a bad idea. I am thrilled to say that weâve finally all ben vaccinated.
Each of my friends brought an item they had prepared themselves. Sebastian whipped out his lovely sausage, which I am sure you know I just canât get enough of! Just when I think I canât take any more of it, he surprises me with more.
I was however a little disturbed as Sylvester leaned suggestively over toward Amanda and asked her if sheâd like to try a cream horn. He really can be quite coarse, you know. It did remind me though, I did have to speak to Amanda confidentially, and make something of an apology.
This was a matter which by its very nature is unpleasant, however, when Amanda had asked me about a little problem she has I felt obliged to assist. Now, as you know, Amanda is not exactly my favorite person being my wifeâs friend and former lover from university. Anyway, it seems Amanda has a problem with something politely described as âhyperhidrosisâ. In plain English this translates through to âshe sweats like a gross pigâ, something not all together surprising as she is the editor of Pig and Pig Farmer Weekly.
When she approached me confidentially to ask my advice, which as you are doubtless aware I offer without judgement or any desire to embarrass, I was happy to help the poor pig⊠oops⊠woman. Pointing out the fact that it may be a sign of more serious health issues, such as diabetes, infection or a thyroid issue, I suggested that the most likely cause was that she was a little out of shape and that she might think of getting more active. Perhaps she should go out with Bernard in his sailboat, or spend more time on her bicycle than in her Prius. Or occasionally walk somewhere.
âBut, Fiona,â she replied by text, during a brief exchange, âI feel so embarrassed about my sweating. If I exercise more people will see it. I have great lines of sweat on my tee shirt, and under my arms.â
I pushed the gross imagery from my mind and suggested âPerhaps an antiperspirantâŠâ
The texts flowed to and fro with her asking for recommendations, and as it happened the advertising agency for whom I work do handle an account for a large manufacturer of healthy personal products, so I suggested their antiperspirant stick product, which I had couriered over to her directly. Weâre particularly proud of our association with this company, having suggested some slight revisions to the previously ungainly shape of the product. It is now sportily shaped in an aerodynamic style.
âItâs easy to use,â I texted her. âJust remove top and push up bottom.â
Well, needless to say I did not mean her to take the instructions quite so literally. I suppose when people depend on texts it is somewhat easy to take them a little out of context. Needless to say Amanda was experiencing a degree of discomfort, and I felt I should offer my sympathy.
By the way you can read more of any character I mention by drilling down into the hotlinked references to them, if you feel so inclined. Itâs a fun way to explore the strange world I navigate daily.
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Have a lovely week and stay safe,
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Fiona