You have the monopoly on useful information-aren't mnoopoelis illegal? ;)

my ultimte fantasy well done

Did you get the job?
Nice story i only managed to get out into the back yard

I love your stories because it is something I can relate to.  It is not so far out that I can put myself into the story line.  It is close to what I wanted when I made the decision to go this route but opted to make a commitment to a Mistress who pretty much makes all my decisions.  But I love it, absolutely love it.

I keep trying.  Maybe someday I'll get it right.

I keep sending but it all keeps coming back

This was a nice recalling of events, but a little short on the juicy details we all love. Did you do your nails first, what color undies and makeup, did your purse match the jacket, etc.?
On a personal note, I am happy that you are developing the confidence to allow others to see you as you are, not just in your male disquise.
All crossdressers should take to the sreets as often as possible if for no other reason than to show the world that men can be beautiful too (with the right accessories)!
I look forward to more stories from you, maybe how you started out on this road.

i know the store you went to.  That is, i've seen it advertised in a few magazines.  It is VERY T? friendly!  It was the doorman's "duty" to check out who is coming into the building.  i think you handled it very well.  Sounds as if you had a great time.  Keep it up, girl.

They drove me across town in the back of their Blazer which they parked at the far end of the lot.  I was dressed in a short skirted summer dress which revealed a goodly part of my upper chest not to mention it was bare-backed.  It was only a short walk across the graveled parking lot but Mistress suggested I walk on the sidewalk to avoid damaging my heels.  It was a rather heavily traveled street on a warm but breezy night and it would have felt good had it not been for the need to keep my skirt from billowing out.  I hadn't quite gotten the walk down pat but managed to make it to the door.  While on the sidewalk, a car honked at me whereas another car with several boys in it whistled their approval - I think.  It gave me an exhiliarating feeling and boosted my morale l00%.  They had let the door close behind them which left me standing on the street until another couple came by with the proper ID.  There were two flights of stairs to be climbed and they let me precede them.  I heard on the way up, "Nice legs, honey,"  It was my shining hour.

I especially like you confusing the doorman bit of the story. Putting true life fact either part or whole into the story always makes it much better.