The Trans-Everything CEO

The Trans-Everything CEO

I had never heard of her before, which is amazing how that could be!

From the article:

... the highest-paid female CEO in America is not nearly as well known. She is Martine Rothblatt, the 59-year-old founder of United Therapeutics—a publicly traded, Silver Spring, Maryland–based pharmaceutical company—who made a previous fortune as the founder of Sirius Radio, a field she entered as an attorney specializing in the law of space. But what’s really extraordinary about Rothblatt’s ascent is not that she has leaned in, or out, or had any particular thoughts about having it all. What sets Rothblatt apart from the other women on the list is that she—who earned $38 million last year—was born male.

My second public outing en-femme - shopping in Santa Monica! (part 2)

Let's see, I left off  in the first post with our LGBT fan giving us a shout-out as we walked to the shoe store in the mall.

I felt a little relief that we were walking in opposite directions, and that there wasn't any follow up shouting :-) While it is an outside shopping mall, it is still a shopping mall!

After that completely unexpected excitement, my girlfriend and I just looked at each other, smiled, and kept walking to our destination. I wanted to take her picture in front of the store we went to because it had a cool entrance, but she declined. Maybe that was my way of stalling a few minutes before entering?

My nervousness jumped up a bit as we walked in. I looked around the store to see what type of people were working and shopping there. I didn't see anyone (at least on the surface) to be intimidated by. I was mostly looking for rough & tough manly men that might be prone to make a scene if they were to read me as a transgendered person.

So now we're in the store, which I should mention had plenty of full length mirrors. At first I thought GOOD! I can check myself out in the mirror to see if I need to adjust anything. I do that, half-trying not to be noticed, but then I think it's not unusual for women to take advantage of mirrors and reflective glass all the time to check their appearance, so I adjust my hair a little bit, as nonchalantly as I could.

Meanwhile Miss is looking at the shoes and boots on display trying to see what she'd like to try on. I stay close to her most of the time, but that seemed awkward to do for too long, so I occasionally walk away from her checking out the various displays. There are two or three other groups of people shopping at the same time, someone paying at the counter, etc.

I'm pretty sure that the "HEY GIRL!" shout-out just before had already popped my already maxed out stress bubble (meaning what I had hoped wouldn't happen already had), so I was already softened up some for whatever was still to come. Or at least that's what I told myself as we entered the store :-)

None of the patrons seem to really notice me, although now I'm thinking the plentiful full length mirrors are not a great thing after all, as it makes it harder for me to keep my face oriented away from anyone that might be wanting a longer look at me. Yes, I was at the height of my paranoia for this day.

Even so, all this time I'm talking with Miss about what she's looking at, what she likes or doesn't like and why, so I can help look for other styles she might be interested in. This was actually really fun, but my nervousness did take a little away from me *fully* enjoying it stress-free.

At some point a salesman approaches us. This was really the first interaction I was planning/expecting to have with a stranger while on this girl mode adventure. And obviously that was inevitable given this was as shopping trip intended to result in a purchase. Mentally, I had prepared myself during the drive to "ride it out", however it went.

He speaks to both of us, doing his salesman spiel, and I honestly don't think he batted an eye at me! I made myself talk with both of them as he was helping us. If I was out there, I wasn't going to short change myself on any aspect of the experience.

He talked to us about the differences between the different lines and styles and quality. Miss and I both asked him some questions and he was just great. After speaking with him for a while, both Miss and I figure he's also in the LGBT club, under "G" :-) I don't think I could have been any luckier in that regard!

Miss lands on a style she likes, he measures her shoe size, and goes back to bring her a couple of different sizes to try on. Viola! We have a winner!

We talk a bit more with our salesman as we walk to the counter to pay...... I look on the counter to see if they have an ATM swipe and PIN pad..... Don't see one, maybe they pull it out..... He rings it up.... I don't have a purse so Miss has the ATM and Visa cards in her purse..... I ask her to get out the ATM card and I hand it to him... He swipes it behind the counter and I'm thinking oh shit!!! My guy name is on the card, and will he hand me a PIN pad or not?.... Nope! He prints the receipt and presents it to me to sign.... Surely he noticed my guy name!... Next he's going to ask for my ID for sure, as the shoes were not cheap.... I sign it.... I'm still nervous as hell, waiting for the "other shoe to drop", to have to present my ID........ And.......WHEEEWWWW! He hands the card back to me and asks what to do with our copy of the receipt!

We thank him and head back out to the mall.

Mission accomplished!

OK, I think there is just one more post coming on this trip. Our walk to the car to stash the shoes in the trunk, and our walk to the beach.

This was such an incredible day! Mind-blowingly great!

My second public outing en-femme - shopping in Santa Monica! (part 1)

One of my ideas for my next trip out in public was to go to the beach. Walk along the boardwalk, and on down to the pier. Maybe sit on the beach - I have a bathing suit that I think would let me pull that off just fine (with a cover-up for the walk to and from the car).  I wasn't sure if I would feel better about blending in wearing a dress or skirt, or shorts.

But in my mind that trip might have been similar to my first, with no interaction with other people. So to add that element, I thought maybe we could stop at one of those greasy spoon order-and-pickup-from-the-counter type places, where you grab your tray and sit at one of those round cement picnic tables to eat.

But then there is this concert that we are going to in a few weeks. My girlfriend has mentioned in the past that she wants to have an edgier look. I think the concert coming up might have added some motivation for her to start to shop for that look. There is a particular brand and style of shoe that has been in the back of her mind that has been making it to the front more and more.

So I say to her, let's go check out those shoes that you've been wanting. This retailer has very few brick and mortar retail stores, but luckily one of them is in Santa Monica, about 90 minutes away in light traffic. It's in an outside shopping mall called the 3rd Street Promenade. What's great is that it's just three blocks from the beach, and you can see the Santa Monica pier off in the not to far distance with its roller coaster and I think merry-go-round. I don't know what else is on the pier these days as I haven't been there in over 15 years.

As I  mentioned in my last post, I have just started using an epilator on my legs, chest, etc. About six days prior to this trip, and my legs had never been so smooth! Really a wonderful sexy feeling! My girlfriend noticed too! So I was really hoping to wear a skirt or dress.

After we had done all our getting ready things with showers, hair and makeup, I set out all my girl clothes and we figured out what would be good to go out in for this trip. It ended up being a pink summer dress! I really loved it, but at the same time I'm worried about if there is a breeze if my privates might be too noticeable, so I'm wondering if shorts would be better. But then I think, if I get aroused, for sure things will be noticed. With a skirt or dress at least it's more or less continually flowing, so it should provide appropriate modesty :-)

The dress it is then (below is a picture of me after we got back home)!

Pink dress

Off we go on our drive to shop!

We arrive uneventfully and park in a parking structure that is close the the store we are looking for.

This is the moment of truth for me, getting out of the car and entering the public eye. It's a beautiful day, mild temperature and a perfect breeze. And yes, I'm worried about what affect the wonderful breeze might have under my dress!

We exit the structure into an alley that we have to walk down about 3/4ths of a block before we get to the mall entrance. There are a few cars that drive past us as we walk, and I'm feeling fairly confident that I'm going to pass. I have my sunglasses on which I feel help a lot with that.

Out of the blue my girlfriend reaches out and takes my hand! My heart jumps up in my chest a bit with both incredible excitement and a heavy dose of anxiety. The anxiety fades just a bit as I adjust (or more likely accept, then REALLY enjoy) this surprise. Once I do, I think I ended up with a really big happy smile on my face :-D

With that, my girlfriend totally just took us into the category of we're "at least a gay couple"! I was not expecting anything like this! I smile big and large at her and tell her I love her, and I can't believe that we are out together as girlfriends! I'm really just exploding with excitement about not only being out as a girl, but with her as her girlfriend too!

We continue walking down the alley, and a family with two or three small kids is walking towards us. I'm just trying to keep that smile on my face as if everything is totally normal, "we're good", trying to come off as if we're all casual and comfortable, as two girlfriends holding hands on their way to do a little shoping at the mall.

Well the mother just looks at us with a mean stare as we start to pass each other. Miss noticed it as it happened, but she had to remind me of this later as when it was happening I was so excited and bubbly emotionally that the ladies stare was lost to me in the moment.

We reach the end of the alley, and there are a lot of people walking all around the sidewalk as we approach the mall entrance. I make occasional eye contact with people, but everything is just fine, no one seems to notice me or even seem interested in a couple of apparently gay women walking by

Success beyond any expectations I could have had!

We decide we need to use the restroom, and look to a posted map of the mall for locations. Turns out we had to go back to the parking garage :-( I'm sure the many restaurants had them, but assumed we'd have to be a customer to use them.

So we go back to the parking structure. As we get close to the restroom I think "Cool! I can go in the ladies room!" I start to follow Miss in, and I see another lady at the sink cleaning up, and notice that there is only one stall. So rather than stand in the restroom with that lady, and wait for Miss to use the stall, I step back outside to wait.

Of course at this time a couple of groups of people walk by, and I'm just standing there pretending to read what's on the wall (which wasn't much), and in general I just stood there and tried to look pretty. It felt so uncomfortable and awkward. I felt like I was on display, and I was so stressed thinking that in close quarters they surely would read me. And they were there for almost the whole time Miss was in the restroom, 3 or 4 minutes probably. I was so relieved when she finally came out, and we then started our walk back to the mall. None of them said anything, but probably they noticed. I'll take that!

The most exciting thing happened next, by way of a quick shout out from what I'm pretty sure was one of our fellow LGBT brethren, as Miss and I walked through the mall. He looked right at me, waved large, and yelled quite loudly - "HEY GIRL!!!"

I was again caught way off guard by this, and all I could do was raise my free hand, and for whatever reason I did a little princess wave with it, and in a fairly normal volume (and hopefully female voice), managed to say "Hi!" back to him.

I couldn't have just ignored or blown that shout out with no response, who knows, he might have continued to press me to acknowledge him. And I'm still not sure if he was recognizing us as a gay couple, or me as TG, or both! But Miss and I both feel there was no malice intended, just that he was happy to connect in public with others in the LGBT community. After all, this is Santa Monica, and I'm sure there are many in our community that live there.

I also want to say that my girlfriend got a huge kick out of being in public together as who we are. She loved that people noticed us as a couple. I did too!

The entire experience of this day I just can't find enough ways to describe how incredible it was to me. I received a Make-A-Wish. I have to give so many thanks to my wonderful girlfriend. She is beyond supportive. She helps me move forward, so much faster then if I were on my own.

There is more to this day that I'll share soon.

Take care everyone!

jen

Epilating! - OMG YES!

Hi everyone! Sorry I haven't had much to post lately, life got a bit hectic and opportunities to be jen were in short supply, at least until just this past Friday - I'll be posting about my second trip out in public here real soon!

But first, I need to thank Mandy over at her blog for turning me onto epilating!

I'm sure I'm not alone, but I have to shave my legs every day. Too much stubble too fast! By the end of the day I feel like the stubble is making good progress growing back. And forget about waking up the next morning - eecchhh!

Laser and electrolysis are not in the cards right now, and this (or waxing) seemed like the next best thing. So I gave it a try, starting about 10 days ago.

WOW! I'm hooked!

Stating out was tough for sure, but after doing my legs, chest, and pelvic area several times over about 5 days, I had the smoothest feeling legs, chest, (etc. :-P ) that I've ever had!!!!

It is so so worth it!

I just hope I can keep it up with enough frequency during the week (not much free time for me during the work week).

THANKS Mandy!

Text message from Miss's girlfriend

Miss shared a text message her friend (from prior posts) sent to her a few days ago.

"Are you going to jennifers oops I mean [johns] this week?"

I was very happily embarrassed by that, and what it may mean down the road.

She was probably just checking to see if my girlfriend was likely to stop by her place for a visit this week. My girlfriend often hangs out with her friend when things don't work out for her to stay with me.

But what that text tells me is that my girlfriend pretty much got a green light from her friend that she's ok with calling me Jennifer.

Only time will tell how much Miss will leverage and expand on this in future visits.

I honestly can't wait!

Eeewwwww - Stubbly!!

We had another visit from my girlfriend's best friend, and her same two kids (from my last post).

They still drive out our way for a few Dr. appointments that they've kept since they moved away.

I was looking forward to the visit, with anxiety (nice oxymoron!), as:
    1.) My girlfriend ("Miss") would at a minimum continue to use my girl name to embarrass me.
    2.) She very possibly would "up the ante" and find another way to humiliate me with her friends and kids.
    3.) Her friend is a very direct and to the point person, who isn't concerned about other's feelings when she wants to know or say something (but of course  she would never say anything *truly* hurtful.) So I figured there was a chance that her friend might actually "confront" me verbally about my shaved legs, or my general submission and whimpy-ness to my girlfriend, etc.
    4.) Her friend's son has already shown that he will "pile on" the humiliation once my girlfriend opens that door.
    5.) Maybe her daughter would pile on too. I just don't know her well, but if she takes after her mom, and had the confidence due to my girlfriend and her brother going at it with me, that maybe she would be confident enough to chime in.

I get home and they are all sitting in the backyard talking. I join them for a few minutes, then go inside to change into shorts and a t-shirt.

I again feel like her friend takes a gander at my shaved legs, and I'm feeling the apprehension that she's going to make a comment, but she never did.

My girlfriend does indeed go with calling me Jennifer, and I may be mistaken but I think she might have asked me if there was "anything wrong with that" or "does that embarrass you?" I would have mumbled "no" very meekly.

We sit down to eat dinner, and my knee brushes against my girlfriend's leg. I think she put her hand on my knee to feel for sure, and then she blurts out "Eeewwww, STUBBLY!"

I pretty much died at that point. I think I actually tried to deny it, but would have just said "no" again in that meek, pussy-whipped way.

After dinner I was rinsing off plates, and her girlfriend offered to help. Miss said, "No, that's what he's for, I'm giving him my commands." I think her friend was very mildly surprised by that response :-)

Miss and her friend haven't had a chance to visit one-on-one since these two visits. When they do I can't wait to hear if any of this comes up.

Jennifer!!! The humiliation continues...

I've written about a couple of weekends where the son of my girlfriends best friend from high school has stayed over to be able to visit his old friends (since they had moved about 60-70 miles away).

In those previous visits Miss got pretty comfortable calling me Jennifer in front of him, and verbally humiliating me in various ways, making it clear to him in doing so that she's the "Boss" and I'm the wimpy "pussy whipped" submissive slave.

On my way home from work Friday afternoon (an almost 3 hour commute thanks to someone threatening to jump off a freeway overpass), my girlfriend sent me a text message that her friend had stopped in with her son and one of her daughters, and that she had invited them to stay for dinner.

So I let her know my ETA, and eventually I arrived home.

I walk in the door, and before I can even say hello to anyone Miss yells out at the top of her lungs something along the lines of - "HI JENNIFER! HOW WAS YOUR DAY JENNIFER? JEN-JEN-JEN-JEN-JENNIFER!!!!!"

Leave it to say that I am totally shocked, embarrassed and speechless. Her friend and kids are looking at me with ear-to-ear, nearly-laughing out loud smiles, really enjoying her humiliation of me this way. I think her friend couldn't hold back the laughter, and she let out a few of those choked back laughs, the ones that come from the chest that you just can't hold back.

So I just try to move on and ignore what just happened. I think Miss asked me some kind of rhetorical question just to force me to react and speak and become even more embarrassed.

I tell her I love her, say hello to everyone else in the most meek, I-gotta-get-outta-here fashion, tell everyone I'll be right back out, and then head to the bedroom to change into some shorts.

In comfortable clothes now, I walk back into the living room where her friend and her kids are. My girlfriend is in the kitchen cooking at this point.

While unfortunately I'm not very good at starting or carrying casual conversation, I know that I need to be social so I stop in the living room to chat.

Almost the first thing I notice is her girlfriend is checking out my shaved legs! More embarrassment as I don't know if she's going to say anything (she didn't). Her friend's son had noticed them on his prior visits, and I know that the subject had come up when Miss had visited at her friend's house. So basically her entire family knew this, and I'm sure that they had a great laugh about it.

Miss continued to call me Jennifer all night long, so I guess that's how she will address me in this company. That will keep me in my place for sure :-)