Mandy's new skirt and dress...

When I picked up the pair of my newly hemmed shorts last time, I dropped off my red skirt and a jumper (cute thrift shop finds, you can see them below) to be altered.   I let the seamstress adjust the red skirt to whatever length she thought would let me blend in properly with the other girls, and she pinned up the jumper "to remove extra fabric so you can wear it without a bra or breast forms - your breasts may be small, but they should be noticeable."

I picked them up last Thursday, on the way to visit a small aviation museum near Baltimore.  The seamstress insisted that I try on the skirt, and we both liked how it looked, now that it was about 8" shorter.  "You look much younger in this outfit - a skirt, bare arms and legs, sandals and iridescent silver toe nails are the perfect girly summertime look.  Now get outside, girl, so I can take your picture!"   After snapping it, she hurried back inside and scooped up my shorts - the ones I'd just taken off - putting them in the bag with my jumper.  I gave her that "what-did-you-do-that-for-look", and she smiled, saying "No changing back, sweetie,  it's time you start wearing your new skirt!"  So I paid my bill, blushing a bit as I did, and we both walked out to my car!

 My freshly altered skirt

After she put the bag of clothes in my trunk for me, to make them harder to reach and decrease the chance that I would try to change, I was off to the museum.  It was almost an hour drive, in some nasty traffic. 

When I arrived, I parked next to a repairman out having lunch in his van, then "powdered my nose" and reapplied my lipstick in the car, before walking into the museum.  He was on the phone and didn't seem to be paying any attention to me, which was fine.  Two  "60-something" male docents at the museum started out addressing me as "Ma'am," and continued for my entire visit.  I used my "slightly higher and quieter" female voice, and we talked back and forth about aircraft and flying (back in the day, I did some private flying, and could discuss the planes and pictures with them.)

Once I finished looking at the inside exhibits, it was time to go see some planes.  The docent said that since the flight line was out on the airfield and not within walking distance, I'd have to be accompanied, and he offered to take me in his car.  No problem - and another first for me - having a guy drive the en-femme "me" in his car!

Though I continued to hear "Ma'am or Miss" as appropriate, he forgot to open my door...oh, well, that's common for guys nowadays!  He took a couple pictures for me on the flight line, as well as gave me the history of the planes.  When it was acquired, this Martin 4-0-4 actually flew in under its own power, and is equipped inside as an airliner.  Unfortunately, the insides were not part of the tour:-(

This Martin 4-0-4 flew in under its own power, and subsequently received a restoration to original Martin color.

When we arrived back at the front door, I walked in with him, and asked where the restroom was.  He responded "there's one down that way (left) and one the other way (right).  The girls tell me that the one to the left is not as nice as the one to the right, which has been remodeled recently."  "Thanks, Sir!"   I trekked down the hall (a long one), passing nobody, and seeing nobody go in or out of the women's room.  It felt really strange to look at the mens' room door - and then bypass it!   But, wearing a skirt, sleeveless top, womens' sandals with iridescent silver toe nails, and carrying a purse, it certainly seemed more appropriate to use the women's room.

I hesitated for a second, took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and went right in, though my heart was pounding.  Inside, I could see in the huge mirror that I was blushing...again. But "Lady Luck" was with me.  I was alone.  The restroom was very pretty - freshly redone, with comfortable upholstered furniture, and it looked/smelled spotlessly clean (when was the last time you found upholstered furniture in a men's room?)  There was one small problem...I couldn't get the lock on the stall door to hold.  So, I moved to the next stall - a luxury afforded me by virtue of being alone!  When done (yes, I sat),  I washed my hands, reapplied my lipstick, and walked out, again seeing nobody.  My path took me right past the mens' room again...and I smiled as I said to myself "Off-limits to you today, girlie."  

Yes, I was happy to gain a little more "multi-stall women's room" experience, without any issues or repercussions!  Gotta control the blushing before going in with other women, though...that's an absolute giveaway.

About 2 miles from home, I stopped alongside the country road, got my shorts out of the trunk, hopped into the passenger's seat and pulled them up under my skirt.  Then I slid out of the skirt, for my return home.  And that night, with the better half at a hen party, I took a few pictures (below) of my outfits...what do you think?

Denim Jumper with Sandals

Denim Jumper with Sandals

Denim Jumper with Ballerinas

Denim Jumper with Ballerinas

Winter outfit, Red skirt with turtleneck blouse, though no pantyhose shown here - bare legs.  Wouldn't this look nice with a black turtleneck,  suntan pantyhose and my high heels?  And notice my nails...they're 3/8"long.  That's longer than they have ever been! 

Winter outfit, Red skirt with turtleneck blouse, though no pantyhose shown here - bare legs.  Wouldn't this look nice with a black turtleneck,  suntan pantyhose and my high heels?  And notice my nails...they're 3/8"long.  That's longer than they have ever been!