Motel Dreams

One thing we TG types do is decorate motels.  I mean, it's sad when we can't openly express our other side on a daily basis.  So a staple of many a transwoman's photo collection are pictures taken in various motel rooms, snapped on lonely trips away from her loved ones, standing in front of the door, or window, sitting on blandly-upholstered couches or posing provocatively on the bed.

For many, especially those toward the heterosexual crossdresser end of things, these are the only times they get to express their inner girl.  The resulting pics often have an undefinable desperation to them, as if this is it, as if they can see their entire career as a TG playing out in these rooms.

Before I arrived at the motel on my recent trip, I had to de-Liz, because I was checked in as my other side.  It's a deceptively small community, and there was a (tiny) chance someone would put two and two together if I were to check in looking other than I do on my driver's license.  Paranoia, as we are all know, runs rampant in our community.

So, after dinner, I had to re-Liz.  At the first try the foundation ran off my face like a river--it was probably too hot in the room--so I wiped it all off and re-did myself.  Fortunately, age is on my side, and I've plucked what black there remains in my beard, so it doesn't take troweled-on foundation to do me.  But before I went out to get some gasoline and a drink, I couldn't resist doing the old Motel shuffle.  Here are some of the results, color-balanced so I don't look quite as much the green woman of Georgia.