July: feminization for the dîner de Charly evening

Episode 2/3

Reminder of the previous episode: “In the world of the Sleeping Elves, the kind fairy Jennifer revealed July with a magical brushstroke. July, now blossomed, decided to attend the ‘Sieur Charly’ ball. Alas the COVID monster…” … Uh what am I even saying here!!!

Even if that’s a fairly good summary, it’s above all July’s will to reveal herself. My role is to support you through makeup, or advise you on choosing your wardrobe.

This is July’s 3rd feminization experience. This time I’m going to “prepare” her for her outing to the “Diner de Charly”.

Going out as a woman: a matter of logistics…

(09/16/22)

This 3rd visit to Jennifer has something very special for me. This time, the goal is simple: The 2022 Dîner de Charly, 8 PM at café Marcel in Paris. An important milestone, I will meet other people, but many unanswered questions swirl in my head. Jennifer had no availability after 2 PM. The appointment for the evening is at 8 PM in Paris, so I will be a woman all afternoon and all evening. Exhilarating and terribly stressful. How will it go when I leave Jennifer’s, in broad daylight? And in the evening in Paris, there will surely be lots of people in the streets? Who will I meet at this event? Do I really belong there? …

… and organization

First, the whole plan is put into place, I have to book a hotel, but I can’t check in after my visit to Jennifer—I’m not ready to present myself as a woman. So I need to find a hotel with check-in before 2 PM. I still have quite a bit of travel, so I book a hotel halfway between the dinner venue and the studio. I also make an appointment at a nail salon. During my 2nd transbeauty experience, I went to a nail salon as a man before the appointment, using a costume party as an excuse. This time, I’ll go as a woman. I call the salon and explain that I’m a man who will be a woman on the day of the service. They tell me it’s no problem at all and they happily welcome everyone.

Feminization: Jennifer at the helm!

I arrive exactly on time at Jennifer’s, already full of emotions inside. Here we are, the big day. If Jennifer greets me with her usual smile, I sense she’s not at her best. But she’s still as welcoming and puts me completely at ease. She reassures me about the Dîner de Charly, which she has already attended, and confirms that I will have my place there… “no probleeeeem.” That I don’t have to worry…

The magic happens

I preselected still too many outfits, for afternoon and evening. After some quick advice, I change and the magic begins again. From the first strokes of the brush, my smile stretches ear to ear. I feel, somewhat like a memory: the well-being from my last visits. I feel good. Jennifer uses her talent to create a superb makeup look that, she assures me, will easily last until the end of the evening. With my agreement, she shapes my eyebrows. I was a little afraid it might make my face look too feminine when I go back home, but as Jennifer says: “it’s toooo bad not to enjoy it.” Indeed, I already have somewhat sparse and fine eyebrows, it won’t stand out. (Confirmed later by my wife).

Is it my well-being that’s contagious? Jennifer’s empathy is such that I clearly see she’s feeling much better. At least, I’m over the moon and ready. We take a few quick photos, and I leave.

At the esthetician’s

The plunge, here we go. Off to the nails, a 20-minute drive, I park and get out. From the first steps, a car pulls up next to me and I get a “very pretty lady!” from a stranger. Is it sincere or mockery? I don’t know. Above all, I don’t know how to respond. I nod with a smile and move on, but I keep the compliment.

I enter the salon. The esthetician tells me to wait as she finishes with her client. After a few minutes, it’s my turn. A very kind person seats me and takes care of me. From the first sound of my voice, she startles in surprise. She apologizes, saying she didn’t expect such a masculine voice given how successful the outfit and makeup are. A bit embarrassed but very flattered, we have a little chat and I think warmly of my talented makeup artist. Passing put to the test

Nails ready, off I go. Heading to the hotel. Underground parking with elevator straight to the rooms floor. Large mirror in the elevator, I barely recognize the reflection I see. A large mirror is also in the hallway of my floor. I try on every outfit I brought and hesitate. I make several trips back and forth to the hallway mirror. I wrestle with a strand of my wig. Confident, I decide to make the most of the time I have and the opportunity to run an errand. I go buy hairspray to fix that strand. I put on a day outfit and off I go again. A quick Google search to find a nearby store, a convenience store less than a kilometer away. I hadn’t calculated that the time coincided with nearby high school dismissal. So crossing people is guaranteed!

Passing: Check!

But, apart from 2 young girls who clearly mocked me, all other people ignored me: either absorbed by their smartphones or my passing is good enough for many. Shopping bag in hand I return to the hotel, finalize my outfit, prepare a whole tote bag of “just in case” items and head out to Paris 17th: the Diner de Charly.

(to be continued)

In the next episode: Will July’s makeup hold up? What reception will Charly give to July? Will July meet new friends? Will July’s makeup REALLY last? …