Results: Who Are You? Questions 1 and 2

Here are the results of the first two questions in the survey:

As you can see, three-fifths of the respondents are over 50, while just a smidge over 10 percent are under 30. I have some ideas on the reasons for that. First of all, I am over 50, so the stuff I talk, write and draw about appeals mostly to that age group. Second, culturally, the crossdresser under 30 has more opportunity to express himself freely today than we did 20 or 30 years ago...so less need for an outlet like this one.

Interestingly, only about three-fifths as many respondents answered this question as the one about age. Fear of giving away too much information? The two largest groups were professionals and retired, making up--again--about three-fifths of the respondents.

The next two questions are at the right and you have until the end of March to answer.

Video: Winter 2015

A slide show of everything I've worn since the beginning of December:



You have one day left to answer the survey questions to the right.

Three Days of the CDer--Part Eight

(OK--nobody's said anything. The titles of this series of posts is a play on the movie Three Days of the Condor...)

Of all the new clothes I bought in prep for this weekend adventure, this is the only one I'm not entirely happy with. I knew it would be small and tight...but I can't quite figure out why it makes me look so chunky and shapeless. I may have to try it again some time with a belt added for waist definition.

At any rate, here's a very schoolgirl look:

Manufacturer/store: Polly & Esther (Annie Sez)
Date: February 2015

The shoes are Mossimo "Velda" red baby-doll oxford pumps, from Target in August 2008. Other accessories are a polka-dot bow, chunky and silver jewelry, and knee socks.



I tried something with the makeup and editing this time; in keeping with the schoolgirl theme, I wanted a manga look.

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Three Days of the CDer--Part Seven

The three days en femme are now over in real time. They ended this morning when I took off my nightgown and dressed in all male attire for the first time since noon on Saturday. I might have been able to stretch it until noon today...but there's a lot to get done before the wife returns this evening.

I look at this outfit and I'm very pleased with it. Think of it as casual Friday for the office.

T-shirt:

Manufacturer/store: Basic Editions (Kmart)
Date: February 2015

Denim skirt:

Manufacturer/store: Jaclyn Smith (Kmart)
Date: February 2015

The shoes are Lela Rose "Galilea" navy/brown peep-toes, from Payless in May 2011. Other accessories are a striped bow, gold jewelry, white belt, and natural hose.



The portraits this weekend have all been good. haven't they?

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Three Days of the CDer--Part Six

The second item bought on Sunday's shopping trip in semi-femme attire. I was hoping to find something really bright and colorful...and I succeeded!

Manufacturer/store: Sharamango (K&G)
Date: February 2015

The shoes are Dexter "Lynx" mary-janes, from Payless in February 2010. Other accessories are a floral headband, gold jewelry, and natural hose.



And a portrait:

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Three Days of the CDer--Part Five

As I post this, it is Monday noon, about 36 hours into my time en femme. This is the third outfit I wore on Sunday, which includes a new skirt bought just a few hours earlier.



Here are the details on the skirt:

Manufacturer/store: Appraisal Woman (K&G)
Date: February 2015

The crochet top is from JCPenney's St. John's Bay line, bought in August 2012; the shoes are Fioni "Kambridge" plaid platform pumps, from Payless in November 2014; other accessories are a white bow, crystal jewelry, pink belt, and natural hose. I think, perhaps, I should have worn a cami under the top--the corset is more visible than I'd like.



Here's a portrait:

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Three Days of the CDer--Part Four

As promised, a very office-appropriate ensemble, featuring a new skirt and new shoes.



Here are the details on the new skirt:

Manufacturer/store: UK2LA (Annie Sez)
Date: February 2015

The blouse is from Kmart's Basic Editions line, bought in November 2014; details on the shoes below; other accessories are the blue-and-black cloche, scarf, silver jewelry, and natural hose.



And now, the shoes:

Manufacturer/store: Christian Siriano "Manic" blue pumps (Payless)
Date: February 2015

And a happy, smiling portrait:

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Three Days of the CDer--Shopping Trip

Here's what I wore for my semi-en femme shopping trip today:



You can't see--because I blurred my face--that I am also wearing pink lipgloss. The outfit consists of my blue Rider blouse, pinstripe slacks, and black oxford pumps (the most masculine of Dani's shoes).

The trip was quite successful, resulting in another new dress and a new skirt, both of which you will see before this weekend is over.

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Three Days of the CDer--Part Three

The day started with me in my white nightgown, checking up with my usual online places. Then I unfortunately had to get into (mostly) male attire, in order to shovel out the driveway and sidewalk. (The femme pieces were camisole and panties.) Then I went to pick up some breakfast. That done, I got into full femme mode, in this very sexy stretchy red dress:

Manufacturer/store: Suzy Shier (Annie Sez)
Date: February 2015

This turned out to far more body-conscious than I thought it would be...but gee it looks great, doesn't it? Accessories are red fedora, blue jewelry, black belt, natural hose...and new shoes discussed below.



Here are the shoes--D'Orsay pumps are very sexy, aren't they?

Manufacturer/store: Brash (Payless)
Date: February 2015

And here's a neat portrait with the hat:

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Three Days of the CDer--Part Two

I've always wanted a true formal gown--even though I really have no where to wear one. When I saw this one in the store (for under $10!), I couldn't resist it.

Manufacturer/store: R&M Richards (Ross)
Date: February 2015

The shoes are Moda Spana pewter spike heel pumps, a thrift shop find in November 2012; other accessories are a floral headband, silver jewelry and natural hose.



Another really nice portrait...the eyes especially look great.

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Three Days of the CDer--Part One

(...and brownie points to anyone who tells me what movie title I'm referencing in this title.)

I've been in at least partial feminine attire since about 11:30 this morning, when I got home from getting the wife on her train. As noted yesterday, I prepared for this annual femme-fest with a lot of shopping a few weeks ago...so here's the first of the new outfits:

Manufacturer/store: Attention (Kmart)
Date: February 2015

The shoes are Fioni fuchsia pink pumps, from Payless in January 2009; other accessories are black-and-white jewelry and natural hose.



This is a nice portrait, I think:

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Coming Up at enTRANSed

Tomorrow (Saturday) by mid-day, I will begin my annual three days en femme, while the wife is away on business. I began preparing for this in late January and have bought a lot of new clothes to show off in this period: three new dresses, two new skirts, a new top, two new pairs of shoes, and a new evening gown.

Even when not fully en femme, I will have on at least one feminine item, so I am always aware of my feminine side. Weather permitting (you all know what the last four or five weeks have been like in the Northeast and Mid-Atlantic, right?), I will go on a "shopping adventure" in partial femme attire one of the days--it's looking like Sunday, right now--so there might be another few new items to show off.

That means a week or more of new photos to post here.

After that, I'll have some more artwork...and, having now really gotten all the stories from my old site posted here, I'm seriously considering some new writing. It'll probably be really short stuff to start with (a couple thousand words at most), but we'll see how it goes.

Glamour Girlfriend Part Two

The next morning I knocked on Claire's door. Friday, I thought. "Ex-Shep'll be just Ex today."

"Come in!" I heard her muffle from somewhere indoors. I groaned inside. This always meant one of two things. Either she had lost some files that she was working on at home, or that she was up working so late last night that she'd slept in.

I let myself in and went through to the kitchen.

"Won't be a minute!" Came drifting down from upstairs, so I didn't put the kettle on. When this happened, we usually missed the normal train and had to catch the later one in sixteen minutes. I hoped that this was unlikely, as I was hoping to be around when Claire returned the lipstick. Introduce ourselves, maybe. If we had to catch the later train, this would not be happening.

Happily enough though, at that moment I heard Claire skipping about upstairs closing doors, obviously ready. I picked up my briefcase and went to the hall, about to call out something to the effect of "shall we go?" when Claire stepped down into view.

What a transformation! She was wearing a short black skirt, two inches above her knee, and she had great legs. The skirt was tight, and as she stepped down the stairs, it pulled from one leg to the other. She stepped carefully in some strappy high-heeled shoes that I'd never seen before, making her legs look even longer in their thin night-black tights.

She had the same black jacket and dark wine-coloured blouse as normal, but it was undone to the second button and showed more of her chest than I'd seen since we had been dating. Her hair, not tied back, hung in waves of gold around her smiling face. Smiling at me.

"Close your mouth!" she laughed, pushing my jaw back up so that my teeth clinked. "I'm not sure about these shoes, what do you think?" She struck a pose before me, leaning on the banister. I couldn't talk. She had never looked like this before, never!

"I guess you like them then!" she concluded with mock dignity, throwing back her head and pushing my jaw shut again. "Good. Shall we?"

She offered me her arm. Taking it and leaving the house, I felt like we were going to the theatre, not to work. As she locked the door behind us, the train sounded its horn in the distance.

"Come on!" gushed Claire, grasping my arm again. "We'll have to rush and you'll have to help me!"

As we rushed to the station, a four minute walk, I strode and Claire took tiny quick steps.

"Sorry if I'm slowing you down," she twinkled, "but that's the price you pay for looking good!"

"You look great," I agreed, finally finding my voice. "But isn't it a bit of a change of image?"

"I love it!" answered Claire, glancing up at me. "I should have changed my image a long time ago!"

We missed the train. It was pulling away as we bundled onto the empty platform. Birds squawked above us, carrying twigs, as we sat down on the bench.

"I think you're right about the shoes," continued Claire as though she hadn't seen the train. "High heels make you look so special! I always feel special when I'm wearing them, don't you?"

"You look good," I agreed, "but I've never worn them, so I wouldn't know."

"Oh, you know what I mean!" she chided, frowning slightly and looking sideways at me. "I think they set off the tights really well. I don't need to ask you if you agree with that!" She lifted her legs up and ran her hands down them, smiling and purring, pausing at her shoes. "Do I?"

She was right. Again I could feel myself becoming aroused. It was like old times, except that Claire had never been much of a tease before. She'd always been pretty straight.

"I thought about wearing stockings," she went on, shuffling just a tiny bit closer to me, "but I decided not for work. I thought about it this morning. Black stockings, rolled up my legs, smooth and sheer... I was going to wear my basque... But I decided to keep that for tonight."

What was she saying? I could hardly keep my eyes in their sockets, and my breathing regular! Was this Claire, or her sexy evil twin?

"Are you, er, going out tonight, then?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Mr Bulgy!" she cooed, giving my leg a squeeze.

Bulging I was as the train pulled up. And confused. This was most unlike Claire, but it was very exciting. I was single, and she was single, and I was looking forward to calling her on the internal phone at work to ask if she was going to be busy over the weekend.

We sat down at the table most similar to our normal place on this later train. As I sat, Claire just put her bag on the seat beside me and slid instead into the space opposite. Almost as soon as the train pulled quietly away, she fished inside her jacket and pulled out some makeup.

"I've seen you watching your Glamour Girlfriend putting this on," she murmured. "You love it. You watch her as she puts it all on. Do I do it as well?" I watched, confused but happily excited as she applied it, and almost hit my head on the parcel rack when she rubbed her foot up my leg.


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I didn't get to call Claire all day, but I thought about nothing else. It was a tough day, and I found it hard to concentrate on my work. There was plenty to do, and I worked with no break until six forty-five.

Sitting back in my chair, examining the inbox, I reckoned I could leave it at that. I hadn't finished, but it was the weekend, and I'd done most of it anyway.

A knock on the door preceded Claire peeping around.

"Are you coming?" She asked. I was pleased and a little surprised. We didn't normally travel home together, as we finished at different times. She sidled her leg around the door as she swung there on the handle, her high heels making my mind up for me.

"I've just finished," I replied. "Hang on, I'll get my coat."

The main train station was crowded, but after a few stops the carriage was almost empty.

Claire reached into her jacket again. This time the only thing she pulled out apart from a small mirror was a lipstick.

"Isn't that Glamour Girlfriend's lipstick?" I asked, noticing it was the same one from yesterday.

"It is," she replied, "I realised last night that I've never worn a colour like this. I've always used pink or brown. I was curious, so I just tried a little bit, and it was great. Do you think it suits me?"

"Do you really think you should be using other people's lipstick?" I asked, frowning. Claire undid the top and extended it. "You can hardly give it back now that you've..."

But she was applying it already. The colour, the smell, and Claire... "I like it," she said, simply. "And so do you." She applied it thickly to her bottom lip, moving left and right. She looked hot. I felt hot for her. She pursed her top lip, and smoothed it across. I could see nothing but the deep red colour of the lipstick, and the perfume seemed to fill my head like expensive wine.

To kiss those lips...

Slowly she smacked her lips together, looking at herself in her little mirror. "I feel sexy when I wear lipstick. Don't you?"

To kiss those lips... To feel her lipstick on my lips...

"Yes." I whispered. She lowered the mirror and looked at me directly. Again she raised the lipstick and reapplied it.

"I feel like a woman when I wear lipstick. Don't you?" Warmth, like the sun in the evening, and smooth guitar chords filled my mind. I saw the colours swirling, red, crimson, Claire's lips. I wasn't quite sure what she was asking me, but it was good. "Yes..." I replied.

To kiss those lips... Soft smooth lipstick on my lips... The creamy feel of the lipstick on my lips...

Again, she raised the lipstick. Leaning forwards on the table, her cleavage showing, her blonde hair falling over her forehead, again she reapplied the lipstick.

"I love to wear lipstick," she went on, quietly, "Don't you?"

The scent, the perfume, the lipstick, I was dizzy. My head swam. Claire moved before me, lipstick in hand, gliding over her lips, applying it and reapplying it, deep deep red...

What was she asking me? If I wanted to wear lipstick? I wanted to agree with her, but I didn't want to wear it. I wanted her to wear it. I wanted her to keep on applying that smooth red lipstick.

To kiss those lips... Soft smooth lipstick on my lips... The creamy feel of the lipstick on my lips... Applying lipstick... My lips...

"I... I don't know" I murmured. It felt like I wanted to wear the lipstick, but I didn't! I don't want sleek red lips, a voice inside me said, I am a man! I don't want smooth creamy red lipstick to slide over my wet lips...

I was falling, down, down into a warm place, when I realised something was wrong. I was thinking about wearing the lipstick. I opened my eyes, suddenly alert. We had arrived at our stop. I was unsure what was going on, and glanced quickly around.

Claire looked surprised. She put the lipstick down, and without warning, leant forwards over the table and kissed me.

It was like a drug. The vision of her, the warm feeling, the hypnotic scent, and then the taste of her lipstick on my lips... I was lost. I could feel myself melting inside, the pressure in my groin building. Lipstick...On my lips...

No! A part of me was telling me, that's not it, that's not what you want! But another part of me was already surrendering. Surrendering to Claire, and to the smooth feel of her kiss.

As she pulled away, and looked into my eyes, she smiled.

"Now you know." she said. A battle was raging inside me, and she must have seen it in my eyes. My heart was raging and I felt like I wanted to explode. I wanted her, to take her and ravage her, but I couldn't. And I wanted her to do that to me again - to kiss me with her lipstick.

"Come here," she said, but I couldn't move. She picked up her things and grabbed my arm. I could barely get up in time as she whisked me off the train and onto the dark of the platform outside.



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The sound of the train faded as the other disembarking passengers walked away, and she pulled me close.

"Claire?" I asked, but she held up a finger to silence me. Slowly she lifted the mesmerising lipstick to my lips. Don't let her do this, the voice inside me was saying. You're a man! Don't let her take you this way!

Take me? I wondered, as she moved her face closer.

The second the lipstick touched my lips, I felt it working. The voice became quiet. It felt good. I held on to Claire as she smoothed the balmy red magic over my now hungry lips. My eyes rolled and my head felt light. There was nothing I wanted more than to let Claire apply red lipstick to me all day and all night, and for her to do anything else she wanted.

I pulled her closer and dropped to my knees in front of her, holding my face up. "Please..." I begged. A strange warm feeling was spreading inside me, from my lips, back into my mind. As my hands slid down Claire's back to her legs and touched her black tights, I gasped.

She stepped back.

"Yes," she said. "You like that, don't you. You always did. You like my legs and my high heels."

"Yes!" I gasped, still on my knees. The warm tingling feeling filled my mind. I felt red and fuzzy, and as though my own mind was slipping pleasantly away.

"And you like to wear this lipstick, don't you." She continued, stepping forwards and stroking my hair. "You feel like a woman when you wear my lipstick, don't you."

"Yes!" I cried, reaching out for her again. It felt oddly right, to agree with her. I knew I had never wanted to feel like a woman or to wear lipstick before, but my lips and my new mind now felt so warm and compelling, and the feeling was spreading down, tingling at my throat and my chest. My nipples felt erect and hot. I could feel that my control of myself was slipping away. I wanted to let it go, to do what Claire wanted! To wear that lipstick...

"You want to wear a lacy black basque. You want it to support the weight of your own breasts."

"Yes! Yes! Yes, please!" I was feeling amazing. My body from my lips to my midriff, and spreading downwards, felt as though it was blazing with quiet power, and what Claire was saying filled me with longing. My own will and my own control of my body was being replaced by the strong, slowly spreading red feeling. The thought of a basque on my body, tight, black and constrictive, with Claire running her fingers down my sides and up to my own breasts delighted me beyond my wildest fantasies.

"And you will feel like a woman when you shave your legs and wear black stockings and high heels tonight. You want that more than anything else, don't you."

"Oh, yes!" My legs seemed to shine in my mind as the deep smooth red feeling spread further down to my knees and my ankles. I could see it already, my feet in stilettos with straps fastening them tight, and my smoothly shaven ankles in black and silky stockings that I would be fastening carefully to the basque's suspenders.

Knees pressed together, my diaphanous black stockings rubbing evocatively, I would bend over to pick up my skirt, and my breasts would hang in my basque, full and soft and round, pulling with new weight on my thin shoulder straps.

I knew these were not my own desires, but there was nothing I could do. I wanted them too badly. The feeling filled me now, from my toes to my lips. I felt red. I felt controlled. I felt like a woman.

"Come with me," ordered Claire, turning on her heel and walking away. I picked myself up and stumbled after her, my eyes glued to her thin black high heels as she clacked ahead of me.

She opened the door and stood aside for me to pass in. Just inside and to the left, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My lips were bright glossy red, pouting and deep. I paused and looked. My heart beat stronger, and the feeling grew.

Claire entered behind me, her eyes smouldering. As she quietly closed the door, I knew my life had changed for ever.



THE END


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Glamour Girlfriend Part One

The last of the lost stories....

I had known Claire for more then four years, since we had started at the office together. At first we hadn't got on too well, then there was a time after a Christmas party when we were going out, and now we were just colleagues.

We probably would never see each other if we didn't catch the same train every morning. Claire had soon shown through her uncanny acumen that she was much more profitable than me and had secured two promotions that I'd missed as well as a much nicer office. She looked the part too, with her sharp business trouser suits, conservative ponytail blonde hair and no-nonsense manner.

Every morning we'd sit at a seat with a table, facing the way we were going, and chat or read the paper or just sit. We always had each other to talk to, and didn't really mix with the other passengers. There was one chap I knew from a chess club I had attended once or twice a year or so ago, but we never said more than hello. Other than that, we knew
no-one. For this reason, we would make up names for our fellow commuters.

There was "Aryan Boy", who always wore a very smart suit but looked as though he should have been in a promotional video for the master race. "The Executive Shepherd", or "Ex-Shep" also always wore a suit, and every day except Friday took his border collie with him to work. What was that all about?

We always tried to avoid "Warlock", who was a slab of a man, about twenty years old, with a booming voice and flaming hair. At first we'd called him "Firetop Mountain". He talked with great authority about stupid things and no-one else could concentrate on anything else while he spoke.

Most important was "Glamour Girlfriend", or "GG". Just a month previously, an earlier train had been cancelled, or moved, or something, and a few new faces had joined our morning vigil on the spartan rural platform. "Glamour Girlfriend" had at first been "Glamour Girl", but Claire teased me so much about the way I looked at her, and about how I wished she was my girlfriend, that her name had changed.

But was she worth looking at! She had an aristocratic, otherworldly look, like a Russian Princess, or a femme fatale from darkly arty French film. Dark shimmering chestnut hair, always sleek, as though the morning sun slipped off it, and blue eyes the colour of the sky on a deep winter's day. Not just pale blue, but pale and peaceful blue, and still, and quiet, and oddly compelling.

She deserved her glamorous prefix, as she was always the best dressed woman on the platform. Always tidy, her short skirts were never unbecoming, and her legs were shapely and so long that I could gaze at them all morning and still never see enough, ending in the high heels she always wore. Like the photos in society magazines, she made stilettos look classy. Black leather, and four inches high, I sometimes felt funny just at the thought of her standing there in the morning.

And that was before she's started sitting opposite us in our carriage. Not directly opposite our table, but just on the other side, facing the opposite way to the way the train travelled. This meant that every morning I started the day by watching her glide into her seat, black nyloned knees together, and cross her legs to reveal a heart-stopping perfect thigh framed by the hem of her skirt and the hanging high heel, under a topping of tempting but not quite visible cleavage.

Then the show would start. While GG stood on the platform shining with natural beauty, her cheeks red like sun-blushed pippin apples in the autumn, once on the train she would take out her make-up bag. She only used three things: lipstick, mascara and eye shadow, but she applied them with such care and elegance that I could hardly bear to watch. For a month now I had been arriving at work aroused.

The eye shadow would come first, a variety of shades depending on her outfit for the day. Smudged and smoky, dusky, or blue and airy to match her eyes. To gaze into those eyes all day and agree to anything she said!

Then the mascara. Her eyelashes would blossom under the spell of her wand, from thick and fluttery to black and striking. To feel them brush against my cheek!

And finally her lipstick. On some days I had to look away. She would take it slowly out from the small bag, and extend it. Deep and red, she would hold the mirror still, and slowly, slowly, draw the lipstick across her already pink lips. Again and again, left and right, top lip and bottom, glossier and glossier, back and forth, warm red lipstick...To kiss those lips!

Two or three times in the last week I had found myself staring longingly at her as she did this, surprised to have arrived at the station.

I think I must have been the only man in the morning eager to get to the platform and to board the train for work. I was in heaven.


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Claire and I hadn't been talking much. We hadn't argued or anything, but we just seemed to be doing more sitting quietly than chatting. My mornings were busy anyway, watching my Glamour Girlfriend whilst trying to appear as though I was actually looking out of the window or gazing down the carriage.

Claire was gazing too, and I presumed she was tired, or thinking about her paper. That's how you get promotions, after all, by working hard and keeping up with breaking news, and not by spending your days dreaming of creamy red lipstick and long legs in high heels...

This Thursday morning was the same. I had knocked on her door and she had been waiting for me. We had stood not talking, waiting for the train, our breath drifting away from us in clouds, when then she came and stood before and to the left of us.

I felt my breath catch in my throat, the cold air burning. She was wearing her usual thin black nylons, and had walked very assuredly in her very high heels despite the frost and treacherous nature of the cobbled ground. With her back to us, I watched her hair playing in the breeze until the train arrived.

That was when the day changed. "Headphones Babe" was onto the train before us, and sitting the space normally occupied by GG. She sprawled herself back, turned up the volume and closed her eyes. We knew that was her done for the duration. She wouldn't twitch until we arrived.

My heart sank. No lipstick to watch! No legs to sigh over!

And then she sat down at our table. Directly opposite Claire.

I didn't know where to look. I could feel my cheeks blush hot and I stared fixedly out of the window. I heard the shush of her legs as she crossed them and felt a stirring in my groin. Claire shifted uncomfortably in her seat and I could tell that she didn't know where to look either.

The train moved off, and out came her bag. I could see what she was doing in her reflection in the window, and my trousers were getting tight. Blue eye shadow today, carefully applied onto her half-closed eyelids. Slow sweeps of the mascara. Don't look, I told myself. You'd probably drool and get yourself arrested.

Then the lipstick. Today I could not only see the deep warm red colour of it, but could discern a particular perfume as well. I watched in the window as she raised it to her pouting lips. To kiss those lips! To feel such creamy softness on my own lips, such perfume!

I couldn't help it. My head slowly turned almost against my will. I could see through my peripheral vision the slow repeated movement of the lipstick, back and forth on her full bottom lip. I could smell the scent of it, rising, rising, in my chest and my groin. It was red, it smelt good. It looked so rich, so smooth, so luscious. To kiss those lips! To feel such softness on my own lips! To feel her lipstick on my lips! Soft smooth lipstick on my lips!

We were at the station. I blinked. Had I been staring at her all the way, at her lips? Had she not noticed? She was zipping up her bag, standing up very quickly, flicking her hair, leaving.

I glanced at Claire, expecting her to laugh at me and to say that she was going to tell all our remaining mutual friends at the office. But Claire was staring too. She looked glazed, half-smiling, breathing lightly. She spoke softly as her eyes slowly focused on the table, directly on...

"She's left..."

Her lipstick.

Claire snapped back.

"I'll have to take it," she declared to me, "and give it back tomorrow. I couldn't bear to be without my lipstick after all."

I looked after her as she bundled it into her bag and alighted. Claire hardly ever wore lipstick.

TO BE CONTINUED

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February Dressing 2

The second outfit from Thursday:



The rust dress is by Robbie Bee, bought at Ross in November 2014; the shoes are Christian Siriano "Shanghai" neutral peep-toe pumps, from Payless in April 2011. Other accessories are a brown fedora, silver and chunky jewelry, and natural hose.



Hats always add to a portrait:

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