It just feels so different to HAVE to go to work dressed. Scary, exciting and wondrous all at the same time. I never thought about trying to either change after leaving my apartment or changing at work but did my face, my nails and got dressed femininely before I stepped out the door.
When I got to work I had to immediately report to the boss for a quick inspection to make sure I had done my face properly, polished my nails and was wearing nylons and not pantyhose. Not sure what he has against pantyhose but I prefer nylons or stay ups anyway. Then again it might be just a ploy so he can look at my legs every day. His wife was with him and she smiled approvingly.
The rest of the day was the usual mishmash of things to type, file, enter or pass along for clarification. The only change was when the mailman brought the mail in. He kept staring at me the whole time but never said a word. Not sure he figured out it was me in a dress or not.
