Well, I'm back. Today was an interesting day. I started my day in my "normal" clothes in order to conduct business at a receiver, mind you it was not what I had in mind but it was the first thing I decided to throw on. But of course that did not last very long. After I had done my delivery and had pulled away from the dock, I had parked the truck and sent in my forms to the company so they would know I was done there. I decided to change clothes and put on "more comfortable attire".
I started by putting on my stockings and then the rest of things, bra and such. I put on my ren-style shirt dress and then a mini skirt which I changed later to a long multi-layered skirt. I had on my boots and finished it out with one of my corsets. So now I am "comfortable". You would think that having a corset on is not very comfortable but I can assure you, it is. For several reasons I might add. One being that it helps with your posture and with me sitting all the time my back can get alittle stiff and sore from all the bouncing around while driving. Two, it adds the "figure enhancement" of the body, ie, shaping the body into the recognizable "hourglass" figure. And three, it compliments the outfit I am wearing.
So now that I have on my outfit I head on over to the next shipper for which I have already been sent info for. I takes me about an hour to get there thanks to traffic but I get there eventually. I get out of the truck and there are already a couple of other trucks there as well, and head into the shipping office. During this short walk I notice one of the drivers looking at me but I decide not to pay him much attention and go on about my way anyway.
The guy at the front desk sees me but says nothing, I am noting his reaction however subtle it may be, to the way I am dressed. I tel him I am there for the load and he begins to instruct me on what I have to do. Next, some time goes by and its time for me to get my bills and I am told that I have to come in and put a strap across the back of the load and sign the bills. Again, I get out of the truck and the guy walks with me into the building. I know he's reacting to my attire but like the guy before him, he says nothing and carries on like normal. I even talk to the guy while I am signing the bills and he bids me a safe trip.
I eventually get out of the area and to the truck stop I am to fuel up at and decide to park it for the night. I was hungry, I mean really hungry, I had not had the chance, well actually I did but I won't say why, to get a bite to eat since arriving at my previous delivery. I get out of the truck still clad in the days attire and walk up to the restaurant. I find a seat and place my order. The waitress says nothing to me but I know she notices what I am wearing. Anyway, I eat my food and get ready to leave and as the waitress, "I know there is something you want to ask me".
" What do you mean?" she says.
"About what I am wearing", I say.
"No, what about it? You got a problem with it?"
"No" I say, " I don't have a problem with it, but I thought I would ask anyway".
" It don't matter what you wear as long as you feel alright about it, it makes no difference what anyone else says about it, just be who you are."
I tell her she is absolutely right about that. I makes no difference what anyone else says about what you are wearing as long as you feel comfortable and you can be who you are.
So the moral of the story is this, the clothes don't make a person, you can wear whatever you feel comfortable in and be the person you are. A person makes the clothes they wear. So you see, I feel comfortable wearing the clothes I do and I could really care less what someone else says about it. They are not goin to make me change just to suit their sense of what is proper for my gender. I guess that could be considered "gender profiling" and it's wrong. People need to get over stereo-typing and just accept people for who they are.
More later.
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