I am feminine enough that if I'm wearing a wig and a dress, I don't draw a ton of attention from a distance. The key phrase here is from a distance. We went shopping again today and Sheila had wanted me to get another makeover. After feeling on display last time, I said nothing doing. The result was that she made me shop without makeup on. From a distance no comments, but when I would be close enough to speak with a sales person or to ring up my purchases, it was obvious that I was no girl. As you can probably figure, I gave in and went for a trip to the makeup counter with the girls. Amber didn't go with us this time and I was really missing her. I don't think she would have been as mean about things.
Unfortunately, things went from bad to worse. As we were unloading the packages from the car, the girls were teasing me about how sexy I'd look in my new clothes and I'd drive boys wild and what a sweet girl I was becoming. At that very moment, my roommate was studying on her bed right next to the open window. She heard everything. When we got upstairs, she wanted to know what was going on. If she ever believed the lines I fed her about experimenting with femininity, she sure didn't know.
Sheila and her friends sat down and discussed things with my roommate. She has absolutely no desire to participate in this, but they explained things. Two of them actually have sissies of their own!!! I didn't get a chance to press this, but I need to find out more about these guys. At least they seem to be dating their mistresses. I thought this was beyond bizarre, but now to find out there are two other guys like me is extremely surprising.
My roommate, now addressed as Mistress Kristy or Ma'am warmed a bit to the idea and agreed to give it a shot on a trial basis. She agreed that she wouldn't care how I was dressed and in fact, would monitor to make sure I was dressed appropriately and in exchange she would get maid service including laundry and cooking. If anybody comes over to visit her unexpectedly when I'm dressed, I will immediately go and hide in my bedroom closet. Basically, I'm a slave now in my own place. After the girls left, I tried to talk to my roommate and she just told me to put on some makeup and then clean up the apartment. I obeyed. Hopefully, I can change her mind later tonight. The fact that she isn't interested in feminizing me gives me hope.