Rachel GA-12-E

RACHEL'S RAMBLINGS

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A true incident happened last night and proves a point which was made at least one time before.

It was a most pleasurable evening.

I was invited by an FP friend in Atlanta to go watch another FP friend perform at a local gay bar. I spent the afternoon showering, shaving my legs, manicuring my nails and all those other lovely little feminine things we all like. Kathy, my wife, insisted I pack all my femme things in a suitcase and dress at my friend's house. My children don't know of my pleasure yet and it would have been difficult to create a diversion to keep three of them from running loose long enough for me to get from the boudoir to the door. I packed all my paraphernalia in a suitcase and off I went. I'm surprised women aren't stronger on one side from carrying all the necessary junk.

When I got to my friend's house she was already beautiful. So I started changing from caterpillar to butterfly. Since the place we were going had a nightclub atmosphere and is a "do your own thing" type place, I decided to wear one of my "fantasy" outfits. I wore a bold print mini-dress of nylon jersey which falls from beneath the breast and gives a "little girl" look, and de-emphasizes the waist. The dress has long puff sleeves and a pretty pair of matching nylon panties (necessary since any stretching movement hikes the dress up pretty high). A pair of Givenchy pantihose (the shiny kind) and silver strap high sandals finished the flash of my legs. I added a brown medium length hairpiece, brownish make-up and gold circle earrings and gold circlette braclets. Since it was cold I wore a bulky

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