The Cross Dresser's Holiday
It started out as a joke between the two of us. We didn't really plan on it; it just sort of grew on its own. You know how it goes. You get a funny idea for a costume and all of a sudden it turns into a quest for the Holy Grail!!
So, being the politically INcorrect couple that we are, we decided to be Bill and Monica. Yeppers, you guessed it, I got to be Monica. (No stretch there...) So, what to do? First off, we went on a mask hunt for the ultimate Bill Clinton mask. One store after another. On and on... there are a lot of Clinton masks! Finally we narrowed it down to two. So, we bought both! (Oh and we decided against the plastic cigar, since I had a few in the humidor that would work, we decided that real would be better!) Next, onto the Monica wig. That was a tough one. Okay, I'll admit it, I had no clue what Monica looked like. So this one was directed by Fran. We finally found one that was close enough and paid a whopping $20 for it! (Really a good quality wig, considering the price.)
Now we had the masks, the wig and the cigar. We needed clothes and my boobs. The boobs were on order, (I needed a new set anyway!), we just hoped and prayed that they made it on time. So, clothes... Off to the GoodWill goes Fran and our daughter, Christy. I thought it was awesome that Fran got Christy involved. As it turned out, Christy, her two girlfriends and all their boyfriends had decided to all dress as Drag Queens this year... (I wonder...) Anyway, they perused the racks at GoodWill. Fran would pick out something and Christy would say it was too "frumpy". Christy would pick something and Fran would say, "That's not him". So, nothing was purchased... at least not for me. Christy found a couple of items for their costumes, but didn't find any decent dresses. They decided that Fran would make the kids dresses and that Fran and I would have to shop for my dress. (I was out of town, so we just had to wait till I got back.)
When I got back and it calmed down enough to go shopping, off to the Salvation Army we went! I love that store, it's HUGE! Tons of clothes and they could care less if you try them on right in the aisles. Which is what I did. First on the agenda was to find a suit for Fran. We decided to piece one together. The jacket was no problem. Oh and the shirt too. But the slacks... well, we found a pair that matched and kind of fit. We figured that Fran could alter them if need be. Fran's total came to about $15.00. Now off to the dress racks to find a "Monica Blue Dress".
Fran started looking on one rack and I started grabbing dresses from another. I went into a buying frenzy!! It didn't really matter that much to me if it was close to what we were looking for, I figured I could wear it later anyway! So, laden down with several dresses, we go to an end aisle to try them on. A couple of young kids decided to try to figure out why the guy with long hair was putting on dresses and just kind of ogled for a while. Of all the dresses that I had picked out, I decided to only keep two. My total, $19.00.
With the clothes off to the dry cleaners, I left on another trip. I had taken the two days before Halloween off, so we could take care of last minute details and have plenty of time to relax. But, you know how that goes... My customer didn't agree and I wound up having to stay there on site. Bummer. Well, when I finally did get home, we had no time for last minute runs to the store, so we just prayed that it would all work out the first time. As it turned out, it did!
Showered and shaved, it was makeup time. Fran wanted to do my makeup, as I am still not that good at it. Foundation applied, we added eyeliner, shadow and mascara, (not that I really needed the mascara, my lashes are soooo long naturally!). Next came the blush, lip liner and lipstick. It was an awesome transformation. After the makeup, I realized that I should have gotten dressed first, (well at least the turtle neck blouse!), but where there is a will, there is a way. First went the pantyhose. Next my new Veronica II. I have to say if you don't have your own hip pads, this device is worth every single penny it cost me! New bra next, for my new breast forms. They look so perfect! Another chunk of change VERY well spent. On with my skirt and flats, then the turtleneck. Almost ready! (At the last minute, I decided not to wear either dress. Hey, that's my prerogative!) I brushed out my wig and after wrapping my hair, (very long now), in a small bun, pulled on my "Monica Wig". Doffing my beret, the costume was complete! (I had polished my nails the night before.)
Time for Fran to get dressed. What can I say, she put on very little makeup, pulled on her slacks, socks, a pair of my black wingtips, (it's great wearing the same size shoes!), her shirt, one of my ties and the jacket. She was ready in record time. I understand much better now why it takes longer for a girl to get ready than a guy does!
Now came the big test. Fran always says, "If you can pass with teenagers, you PASS!" So, downstairs, to see Christy and her friends. They freaked! I passed! They were so totally amazed by the transformation. I got approving comments all around. One of the boys said, "If I didn't know it was you, I'd have hit on you". Bless his little soul! Of course, I figured that they were being kind, but as the night wore on, well, we'll get to that.
So, off to the first party we go. The first party was my local Tri-Ess chapter party. This would be my first time "dressed" with the chapter. After driving for hours, or so it seemed, we finally arrived and were received all around with compliments! It was a fun party, (only 4 French Maids) but we couldn't stay but a couple of hours. You see, we HAD to get to the second party. The one at the American Legion, were I am a member, my father is commander and my mother is chaplain. They had never seen me dressed before, so I was looking forward to seeing their reaction!
When we arrived, no one knew who we were. NO ONE! It was great! I found my mother and found that my father hadn't come. Bummer, but that was OK, Mom was floored! After she got her breath back, she introduced me to the other couples at our table, as her daughter! Everyone said hello and one gentleman, (whom I have known for 5 years), kissed my hand. My mother just kept staring and staring at me. My mother's opinion? "It is scary, you look too good" and to Fran, "He looks so comfortable...". All in all a raving success! Oh, and the man that kissed my hand? When my mother told everyone who I really was, he stuttered and mumbled that he "thought so"! Ha! I'll just bet he did!
After several pictures, for the post historical log and my dad no doubt, (I better get a copy too!), Fran and I went home. She was beat and wanted to go to bed. Myself, I was still all juiced up and wanted to stay up for a while. So, I jumped on the net and AOL and just hung out, as Monica, well actually as Julieanne, the person that I truly am!
