I am proudly autistic, asexual, and kinky.

I finally got some photos of my “Jennifer” persona for you to see.  It took a lot longer than I wanted to schedule an opportunity to do these, but I suppose that good things take time.  I could have done this a lot more quickly, but I didn’t want to do them at the house, out of concern that someone might recognize my decor from other Internet projects.  Since this shoot was to be “vanilla” in nature, my friend and I went up to Pen Mar Park in Washington County, Maryland and did the photos in the great outdoors.

As per usual, Jennifer is created by putting on a bra, adding breasts made from rice (I am eventually going to replace those with silicone, but rice works for now), and then adding a skintone zentai over it.  The wig and the (embarrassingly cheap) jewelry are also standard for Jennifer.

We did the shoot using two different outfits.  The first outfit was a navy blue sheath-style dress with a tan sweater and tan sandals, which we shot against a wooded backdrop:

The second was a tiered skirt and pink t-shirt with black flats.  We had some fun with this, shooting it on a children’s play structure:

Getting set up for the photo shoot, meanwhile, was more of a challenge than I expected.  First of all, I had butterflies in my stomach, because prior to this, I had never become Jennifer in a public place.  Prior to this, I had always done it in private, either at home or at play events.  I knew that I would be fine, but nonetheless, I was nervous, because it was in public.  Plus I didn’t want anyone to know that one was the other, and I especially didn’t want anyone to see someone walk into or out of the “wrong” restroom while we were making our change.

I made the change, with some help from my (female) friend, from my normal self to Jennifer in the men’s restroom at the park, in the larger, wheelchair-accessible stall.  While we were making the change, someone walked into the restroom.  They did their thing and left without noticing us, while we stood in silence, staring at each other nervously.  After they left, we finished the ensemble.  Then I sent my friend out to check to see if the coast was clear.  It was.  So we went out and did the shoot with the first outfit.  Then afterwards, we slipped unnoticed back into the men’s restroom to change into the second outfit.  After a quick check outside, Jennifer emerged again, ready for more photos with the second outfit.  On the way back to the restroom to change back into my normal look (i.e. as a guy), we ran into a park employee, who told us that he was getting ready to close up the restrooms, and offered to keep the ladies’ room open for us while we used it.

That offer was something of a relief for me: Jennifer “read” as a female to a complete stranger.  I presume that they thought it was just an overweight woman in a zentai posing for some photos.  And I’m fine with that.

However, that lead to some awkwardness: Jennifer was a female, and I was a guy underneath all of that spandex.  And I didn’t want to blow my cover.  So after a minute or so in the restroom, we both decided that we were going to leave the park and find a place to change elsewhere.  So for that, we headed back to the car, and got in.  After my friend verified that the coast was clear, I removed the wig and the zentai hood, and then put the wig back on.  After all, you really shouldn’t drive in a zentai with the hood up.  Of all the things that I’ve done in my life, I never thought that driving along back roads in a dress, flats, and fake boobs would be one of them.  We ended up finding a fairly secluded parking lot in Thurmont to make a very quick change back to my normal self, and stuff all of Jennifer’s stuff back into the bag.

All in all, the photo shoot went fairly well.  However, one thing that surprised me at the time, but shouldn’t have in hindsight, was that it was very difficult to see through the zentai fabric.  I’d worn darker zentais outside before and I could see fairly well in those, but this one, being lighter in color, was a challenge in daylight.  I’d also been Jennifer indoors before, but with lower lighting, I could see fairly well.