Driving While Dressed – Part 1

By Pat Scales

Earlier this week (when the post was written) I was asked to cover an important conference about 5 hours away.  Originally I was told it was set for Friday but on Tuesday I learned that I had to be at my destination in a business suite Thursday morning.  After a Wednesday morning meeting near the office I went back home to change.  I saw no need to travel 5 hours in a suit and tie when I could drive while dressed.  For the trip I chose a black skirt, beige pantyhose, a black bra with my forms, a black shell under a red turtle neck and my black 3″ sued pumps.  I applied a nice layer of day makeup and donned a short blond bob wig.

Getting out of the condo block could present issues.  All of the condo’s have two car garages and I had to pass about 40 units.  After packing the car for the trip and checking that the coast was clear I made it out of the condo development.  About 5 miles away I realized that I had left my phone home on the charger and had to turn back.  Again I had to pass these 40 other units twice more.  No issues and I was on my way.

Driving while dressed has always been a pleasure for me.  I like sitting in my car with the seat belt crossing between my breast forms.  I like looking down at my stocking clad legs and seeing my high heeled feet.

Of course, on a 5 plus hour ride I needed to make several pit stops.  I found facilities along the way and changed from my pumps into my flats before leaving the car and using the men’s facility.  I encountered a few people but we passed so quickly I am not sure that anyone cared that a large person wearing a skirt and carrying a purse was entering or leaving the men’s room.

Upon getting to the hotel I learned that the hotel had been upgraded since I was last there about 5 years ago.  The check in desk was on the opposite side of the lobby and elevators rather than near the entrance from the attached parking garage.  Since my reservation was in my guy name, I removed my wig but still bore the vestiges of my now 6+ hour old makeup.  I wore a black blazer over my red, bust enhanced, turtleneck, reverted back to flats but otherwise checked in wearing my skirt and carrying my luggage.

As expected, upon check in, the clerk requested a photo ID.  I presented my license which he looked at, he then looked at me and then pronounced that we were one and the same.   He gave me my room key and directed me to the elevator.  One change is that the elevators are no longer self service.  They were manned by elevator attendants.  No way to hide my skirt and stocking clad legs.  The elevator attendant gave a quick glance and then went back to looking at his cell phone.

Once in the room I tried to take a photo of the black skirt and red turtleneck outfit.  My selfie skills are terrible but perhaps you can discern the outfit.  I did feel a bit of a sense of accomplishment having now been dressed for close to 7 hours and having had brief encounters at my stops along the way and, of course with the hotel clerk and elevator people.  Everyone was pleasant and I felt pretty good about myself in all regards.  

Part 2 next Monday!

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