10-04-2014, 02:55 AM
I had this dream last night:
A friend (I have NO idea who it was, but I think it was a woman) and myself decided to go shopping and I decided to go en femme, at least partially. I wore a pair of fake tits and a shirt that was kinda dressy, but loose enough that if I slouched over slightly, you couldn't tell I had tits, but, I didn't exactly go about actively trying to hide them. If someone saw them, oh, well!
While I was looking around at some clothes, I wondered what it'd be like to work there and figured they wouldn't be anywhere near as open about CD/TS issues as I'd like, so I assumed I SURE wouldn't want to work there!! The ONLY place I know of that allows cross-dressing and the like of their employees is Chase Manhattan bank, and I CERTAINLY wouldn't want to work there!!!! (They're BIG TIME in with the illuminazis!!)
After a few moments, this guy walks into the store wearing a really cool looking long skirt and he either HAS nice tits or is also wearing fakes. But, mine, for some reason, are only made of toilet paper!!
So, as he walks by, I notice he's also wearing a store name tag!! aha!! He WORKS there!! Cool!!!! Maybe this place WOULD be a cool place to work!! (I continue to say, "he", because, although in drag and with tits, he's making NO attempt at all to pass in any other way.)
My friend also notices him and starts to make a few comments about him which I'm not thrilled with and I reprimand him/her, at this point, it now seems as though my friend is actually a guy. As this friend is completely faceless, per se, (I mean, there's no face that I recognize), I really have NO idea who it is, it's just a friend of some sort.
At this point, I decided to go over to this guy in the skirt and tits and just tell him that I really like his cool psychedelic-looking skirt, which I REALLY DO like, but I feel that I should take off MY tits because I feel it might be insulting to him, especially if he sees a guy with VERY fake tits trying to talk to him, like, I'm only complimenting him on the skirt to make fun of him, so, to keep from possibly making him feel bad about the way he's dressed, as if I'm making fun of him for it, I get rid of my tits, which, for some reason, are now just below the waist band in my pants and are VERY floppy and fake looking!!
He doesn't see me remove my tits and hasn't even noticed me at all, yet.
Once I've gotten rid of my tits, I walk over to him and tell him that I REALLY like his skirt!! Before he can respond in ANY way, I wake up, probably having something to do with the music I was listening to. I almost ALWAYS play some kind of music when I go to bed, mostly stuff that I call, "night music". Stuff that's pretty relaxing, per se, mostly electronic music by Tangerine Dream, Tim Blake, Solar Quest, Jean Michel Jarre, Enya, B-Tribe, Orb, Moody Blues, etc.. Last night it was Enigma. Some part of the music woke me up for a few seconds and I lost the dream. :-(
A friend (I have NO idea who it was, but I think it was a woman) and myself decided to go shopping and I decided to go en femme, at least partially. I wore a pair of fake tits and a shirt that was kinda dressy, but loose enough that if I slouched over slightly, you couldn't tell I had tits, but, I didn't exactly go about actively trying to hide them. If someone saw them, oh, well!
While I was looking around at some clothes, I wondered what it'd be like to work there and figured they wouldn't be anywhere near as open about CD/TS issues as I'd like, so I assumed I SURE wouldn't want to work there!! The ONLY place I know of that allows cross-dressing and the like of their employees is Chase Manhattan bank, and I CERTAINLY wouldn't want to work there!!!! (They're BIG TIME in with the illuminazis!!)
After a few moments, this guy walks into the store wearing a really cool looking long skirt and he either HAS nice tits or is also wearing fakes. But, mine, for some reason, are only made of toilet paper!!
So, as he walks by, I notice he's also wearing a store name tag!! aha!! He WORKS there!! Cool!!!! Maybe this place WOULD be a cool place to work!! (I continue to say, "he", because, although in drag and with tits, he's making NO attempt at all to pass in any other way.)
My friend also notices him and starts to make a few comments about him which I'm not thrilled with and I reprimand him/her, at this point, it now seems as though my friend is actually a guy. As this friend is completely faceless, per se, (I mean, there's no face that I recognize), I really have NO idea who it is, it's just a friend of some sort.
At this point, I decided to go over to this guy in the skirt and tits and just tell him that I really like his cool psychedelic-looking skirt, which I REALLY DO like, but I feel that I should take off MY tits because I feel it might be insulting to him, especially if he sees a guy with VERY fake tits trying to talk to him, like, I'm only complimenting him on the skirt to make fun of him, so, to keep from possibly making him feel bad about the way he's dressed, as if I'm making fun of him for it, I get rid of my tits, which, for some reason, are now just below the waist band in my pants and are VERY floppy and fake looking!!
He doesn't see me remove my tits and hasn't even noticed me at all, yet.
Once I've gotten rid of my tits, I walk over to him and tell him that I REALLY like his skirt!! Before he can respond in ANY way, I wake up, probably having something to do with the music I was listening to. I almost ALWAYS play some kind of music when I go to bed, mostly stuff that I call, "night music". Stuff that's pretty relaxing, per se, mostly electronic music by Tangerine Dream, Tim Blake, Solar Quest, Jean Michel Jarre, Enya, B-Tribe, Orb, Moody Blues, etc.. Last night it was Enigma. Some part of the music woke me up for a few seconds and I lost the dream. :-(
