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Femboy Hooters

... the pink covering my eyelid and decided to skip trying eye liner. I needed a lot more practice with eye liner before trying it for my public debut.

I just did a quick pass with mascara. Not really doing things thick, just thick enough to give a little pop. I then put on lipstick. I went with a soft pink shade here. I found the color matched my eye shadow pretty well, so it seemed to tie things together.

I then slid into my corset and did the door knob trick to get it tight. Basically, you tie the strings from the corset off to something sturdy, like a door handle and then walk and lean forward, so your own weight tightens the corset down. I could get my steel-boned corset down really tight that way. This time I got it just tight enough to squish everything in, but not restrict my breathing or anything. I slid my largest falsies into the cup. These were a decent size, giving me about a C cup with the corset. While I love the idea of huge basketball sized tits, however falsies could get pricey, and I wasn't sure how in the way such gigantic breasts would be while working. So, I'd go moderate for now.

I slid on my back-seamed stockings, reveling in the feeling of the sheer material on my smooth skin. I hooked the tops of the stockings to the garter tabs hanging down from the corset and checked that my seams were straight. I admired my form in the mirror and with the exception of my relatively short hair, I looked like a really cute girl.

I grabbed my French maid ...

... dress and slipped it on. I struggled for a few minutes to get it zippered in the back, eventually getting it to close up. I wondered again if girls were supposed to be double jointed to get dressed. I squared the neckline so it showed a tease of cleavage. I then put on my long blonde wig, quickly brushing it out, then I looked in the mirror again.

Oh yeah, that was just an amazing feeling. I couldn't believe how good I looked and how good I felt. To be my femme self was just an amazing feeling. Of course, I could also feel it stirring in my clit, so I figured I'd better wrap up and get going, or I'd never get out the door.

I quick wrapped the little white apron around my waist, pinned the white hat to my wig and then grabbed my white gloves. I tucked those into my purse along with my keys, wallet and phone. I then slid on a pair of Mary Janes with a chunky two inch heel. While I wanted to go with some sky high 'fuck me' pumps, I figured I'd better start slow and build up.

I bounded out the door, a spring in my step that reflected my excitement. There was still some nerves, too, but mostly just excitement. The drive over to the restaurant seemed like I was driving in a new world. The buzz I had from being out dressed was pretty intoxicating. I did feel like everyone was staring at me, but after a few minutes I was able to let that go, and just enjoy being out.

I pulled up to the restaurant a little giddy. I popped out of the car and saw a few other girls arriving at ...