Nadi
Very, very pretty, shoes look like a pair I have.
My weekend I’ll try to be brief. Where we live is very prudish, Bible Belt, don’t tolerate lbgtq+ community.
Friday AM got up dressed totally as female and drove 125 miles to a resort are in the mountains. Very nice old mountain town, brick and stone buildings and street. Very old for US standards. Hundreds of quaint shops, restaurants, and street side cafes. More people than I ever could imagine. To late now I didn’t even bring one stitch of male clothing, and we have 3 days in this beautiful mountain town. All wife said was “suck it up and lets go.” Checked in at lodge and the people were great, they were so kind and welcoming. We unpacked and went to lunch at a nice small restaurant, again things went great. Now of to town, I’m thinking to myself this is going to turn to shit, there more people on the streets and shops than you could imagine. I think everyone in the world came to town. As we started walking the streets and going into shops people were fantastic, not a problem one. I was finally able to be who and what I’m suppose to be. I had the most wonderful, beautiful day you could ask for. That evening off to dinner and again wonderful. Next day more shopping. This evening we booked VIP seating at a drag show. I had the best time of my life.
Now the sad part, weekend over and I have to return to my old self. Not all lost, in 3 weeks we’re going back for a week. I will again leave all male clothes at home, this time intentionally.
Want nothing to do with the male way of life!
Pooky
Since my friend was in a different changing room, the salesgirl had to open and close the zipper for every dress I I tried on. 
