Well, sorta. Early this morning, before sunrise, I jumped in the car and headed to my shrink appointment dressed as Molly. (Stuffed) bra, panties, simple green top with scoop neck, nice jeans, my new mary janes, nails painted, fully made up and wearing my wig. I'd been up since 03:30 thanks to A: my daughter waking us up and B: being as excited as a kid on Christmas morning looking forward to my outing.
This was my first time out of the house as Molly, and it felt great. My shrink, a middle-aged woman with more style than I usually see in one place, gave me the nicest, comforting, most welcoming smile when she came to fetch me from the waiting room. It felt good to be out, to be seen. I felt comfortable and sexy and powerful and aroused and more all at once. She even encouraged me to come as Molly more often. Then, after a very good session, I went a step further and stopped in for a coffee at a place in Royal Oak I like, and where I was just yesterday in my regular clothes.
To top it all off, when I got home my wife wanted to see what I'd worn. It was the first time she'd seen Molly in person. Previously she'd seen only pictures, and she's still coming to grips with my dressing. She liked what I saw, and told me that I looked really great dressed up. So, yeah. My first public experience dressed was a smashing success, I felt great (and looked great), and I can't wait to do it again.
