Going drag is, obviously, the act of dressing up
as a drag queen
or drag king
. It's a lot of hard work for a man to do this. Some professional drag queen
s can take care of the make-up
in quite a short time, probably not more than the time a real lady
would use in the bathroom
, but for us non-professionals
, it takes more time
. So there's the definition
In my own experience
, this is a lot fun. I did it, and I found it hilarious
I suffer from male anorexia
and am therefore very skinny
. Actually, I am skinnier than most supermodels
. ( I look like a skeleton
with some skin
strapped on It. ) I was with a girl at the time
, and, firmly locked in the bathroom
, we did the following :
( First, obviously, I had to shower
I had to shave
really, really close, so I would be smooth as an androids backside
Next, I had to shave down my neck
and the top part of the chest
. I even trimmed my nasal hair
When this was done, we could still see some beard
, so we had to use a cover cream
to mask it.
( By sheer luck, the only cover cream she had matched my skin perfectly. )
Then, to draw attention
away from my rather masculine nose
, we applied a lot of make-up
on the eyes
Then of course, painted nails
, and a wig
with long, dark hair.
This was a lot easier than I thought. We had a very nice dress
that my girlfriend
used for live roleplaying
. fake breasts
was made by several pads of lay-in
in a wonderbra
. Brown pantyhose
covered the hair
on my legs
, and a thick scarf
tied around my hips
made them look bigger and more feminine
. We couldn't find shoes
in european size
45, so I just wore my boots
, but the skirt
was so long no-one could see It anyway.
The whole process of changing my sex took around four hours. I was beautiful.
So, what happened... ? This happened :
I walked out of my girlfriends apartment
, wearing a thin black coat
over the dress
It was the middle of the winter
, and I was freezing cold
. Soon, my taxi
arrived, and upon seeing me, a 1.87 tall woman
, the driver
got out and opened the door for me. What a gentleman
. Now, this was my first problem. The voice
. I was surprised to find how easily I got out of That one. The taxi ride took 15 minutes, and all the Time the driver was glancing at me. I felt I had really achived my goal. I didn't know yet just how successful I had been. As I left the taxi I told the driver that he could go ahead and keep the change, and then, in my real voice
, told Him I'm a man
. Without even looking at his reaction I walked into the hotel
where the party
As I entered the party, which was a corporate party
for the place I worked in at the time, I really had butterflies
in the good old stomach
. I had no idea how people would react.
Now, I think I should tell you that every time we had a party in this company
, we would rent the same room
in the same hotel
, and then only because there was a bunch of pensionists
having a dance
there, and they didn't need the room. We were, of course, not supposed to disturb them.
Since I was so nervous, I decided to get a few shots
of good, strong whiskey before I walked in. ( After all, even my Uncle
was at this party. ) But in order to go to the bar,I had to walk past the pensionists. That was a bad move
. The place was packed. Over a hundred of the buggers
were dancing in the hall, and around fifteen were standing by the bar
When I rounded the corner, they all turned to face me. It was scary. One of them came over as I was looking through my purse for my cash, wild-eyed and desperate as I was, and asked,
"Do You Want a dance ?"
Two or three stiff whiskey
s later, we were dancing. He was much better than me, and my size 45 Shoes kept stepping on his. But he was very polite and understanding about it. It felt good to be treated nice for five minutes. When the dance was over I had to tell him that I really was a man. He looked like he was about to have a heart-attack
at first, then he just smiled and laughed.
" All my friends will have seen my here with a tall beautiful young girl. That matters in my age. "
So I left him there, and walked over the the part of the building
were my party was. Of course I was fashionably late
, and most people had become quite intoxicated
. They were all sitting around the table and discussing politics
, or dancing and having a good time.
When I came into the room, some people turned around to look at me, including my uncle. I said, " Hi. Did anyone see my brother
? He told me about this party, and wanted me to come. "
Then, to remove all doubt, my uncle winked at me, ( Keep in mind he wasn't prepared for this. ) and said,
" Sorry, but he called and said he couldn't make it. How are you
, dear niese
From here, the party went very well. I was telling people about "myself" and drinking a lot of drinks that various male collagues
got for me. It was all very good until the
went off and we all had to leave.
What did I learn from this ?
do exist, but they seem to be a dying race.
Two, feeling beautiful and attractive is nice.
Three, wigs really itch.
Four, my uncle is kinda cool.
Five, people are ready to believe anything as long as someone else believe it as well.
Six, cross-dressing is really fun.
I never told my collegues that It was really me, neither did my uncle. Some of them may have suspected the truth
, but after all, my sister
would look very much like me, wouldn't She ?