I was very generously invited to a party last Saturday night in a city a couple of hours or so from my home. My wife did my make-up for me, and I dressed as appropriately as I could. It was incredibly exciting to drive in traffic as a female. I really felt pretty. I received a couple of positive looks along the way, which was flattering. I must say, my wife is masterful with make-up and I have her to thank for making me look so good.
When I arrived at the party, it was surprisingly natural to touch up my hair and lipstick, grab my borrowed purse, sling it over my shoulder and walk proudly to the front door of my party host. It was as if I had been doing this all my life, when in fact it was the very first time! That revelation proved to me that I am meant to dress and conduct myself as a woman. I felt completely whole.
My entire life I have never felt complete as an individual. I found that being publicly a woman was utterly "completing." I wasn't expecting that and enjoyed every bit of it.
I stopped at a fuel station on my way home. I pulled into a very large station and noticed a guy parking at the pump on one end, so I headed for the opposite end, as far away from him as I could get. I began filling my tank and suddenly noticed he had moved his car to the pump directly in front of mine. "Oh, joy," I thought. The guy could not stop looking at me, I mean every three seconds he looked. I'm not one to be very confident of my girly appearance, but at midnight I think I look pretty authentic. I felt slightly flattered, but mostly scared. I finished pumping, hopped in my car, and drove off. I thought about stopping at an upscale bar for a drink alone, but it was getting late and I had a very long drive home, so I passed on that idea.
I'm now totally hooked. I mean, I know in my heart there is no turning back. I will go out en femme to safe locations at safe times of day. The feeling after this first experience was absolutely magical.