Hi everyone.
May I share my story of the first time I went out in public.
Firstly, I have tried for years to suppress the urge to cross dress. Why, I guess that's for another discussion.
Over the years, I have got some clothes, or night wear, and worn it for very short periods, but was so afraid of getting caught, that I would get rid of the clothes quickly.
For example, I would get a nighty and would wear it to bed, while still living with my parents, but would be afraid that the house would catch on fire, and when escaping would be seen.
Wearing a dress or skirt while driving, only at night, and would be afraid that someone would smash into my car.
So the clothes would literally last just days.
Anyways, no family members of friends know.
And I don't like to keep secrets from my wife, but she just would not be able to deal with it, not yet anyways.
So, the story, and this is just 2 weeks ago.
My older sister was down from the country and school holidays were coming up.
She suggested that we all come up for a few days.
I could not because of work commitments, but I suggested that my wife could and the kids, if they all wanted to.
Well, they all thought that was a great idea, and then it snapped, in my head, I knew right there and then what I was going to do.
Michelle was coming home, thats what it felt like.
I had about a week before the family was going away.
Well , what does a girl do, Shopping.
The more I thought about it , the more right it felt.
I shopped online, and bought clothes
I went to op shops, and I bought a dress. Bugger when I got it home, one size too small. But now I knew what size I was.
I got the courage up to go to the shopping centres.
Large department store was as good as I muster up the courage.
I happened to be in one such chain store, and walk through the womens wear, and there it was.
A black dress. I just love black dresses.
So after walking past it about 5 times, I picked up one of the rack in my size and scurried to the self serve checkout.
Oh, what an amazing experience.
Another store, found a skirt and top.
Got home, and when no one was around, tried them on , and wow, I felt , well, Normal.
So now , I am just waiting for the weekend.
The family left Friday morning. Friday night, I slept in my new nightie, what was wrong with me, why had I not done this since I got married.
Saturday morning. I was due to log off at midday. You think that wasn't the longest saturday morning ever.
Saturday, 12:30, now I am not working. I only have to answer the 2 mobile phones and deal with situations from there.shower, dry, and new underwear, stocking, and my lovely black dress.
Opened a bottle of red wine that I had been saving for myself.
Had been a busy week and after a couple of glasses of red, was feeling great but tired.
Have a nanny nap for a little while.
Woke up again around5:30, oh, and in my this little black dress, that i never want to take off again.
Bugger this, I forgot shoes. Hey, why long boots that I wear when I ride my Harley.
Looking good, but I got a crew cut, and I feel like actually going out. (might be the empty bottle of red talking here).
Wig, yes a wig, managed to find a store still open with a wig that sounds okay.
Cant drive though, drank to much red.
I knew a friend that was going out about 6, and he said he would pick me up and take me to the shops.
Damn, had to take the dress off, pull some jeans over the stockings, and put a shirt and jumper on. lucky, and bought the wig.
Managed to hitch a ride home from a lovely man, see chivalry not completely lost in this world.
Get inside, get those horrible jeans off, dress back on, wig on, boots on.
Opened another bottle of red. Needed a bit more courage.
It's now getting dark outside. I reckon I can sneak out without the neighbours seeing me.
Okay, no bag, I'll leave the mobile phones at home. I'm just gonna go for a walk for about a half hour, then come back home,make some dinner
and watch a DVD. A girls night in. Sounds great.
So armed with just my new found confidence and a front door key, I sneak out.
I walked throughout the neighbourhood, and out onto the main road. I FELT GREAT.
Oh, I just got a toot from a passing motorists, boosted this girls confidence.
Walking on , onto another main road, and there some blokes doing some night road works. Got a whistle, wow Michelle, you must look half decent.
Walking a little further for about 20mins now , and , then it happened, ah shit.
I rolled my left ankle. Went down like an old woman that let go of her walking frame.
Crap, skidded on my knee. Tried to get up, but could put any pressure on my left foot.
Stocking torn and thats quite a bit of blood there coming out of the knee.
Pulling my self up the wire fence vertical. Oh I can't walk.
I got no phone with me. I never go out without one of them.
Who would I ring anyway.?
Well, it took me 90 mins to hobble home. The pain was immense, but I had to get home.
At least I didn't rip my lovely black dress.
I didn't make a nice dinner, and I didn't watch a DVD.
I took some pain killers and passed out on the couch.
Other that the ankle, I felt great, content, I don't know how to explain it.
But I couldn't tell anyone the full story.
You lovely people are the only ones I can tell.
Sorry it went on so long, and I tried to keep it simple.
I hope I posted this in the right area too.
Maybe some day i won't have to keep it all secret, but until then , Michelle will no longer be suppressed, and will walk again, soon too.
Thanks for listening.
Bless you all, lots of love,
Michelle...
