About a mile south of my apt, there is a coffeeshop, that I learned is gay-owned, of course gay and TG friendly. I learned of the place from my interaction at my TG Support Group. I was told I could present en femme, and there would be absolutely no negative reaction. Well, ever since, I wanted to take a trip there, but as time passed, I began to want to be somewhat 'en femme" if not completely "en femme" if I was able to go with another.

Since I didn't have anyone to go with, I conjured a wild ideal to wear a pair of Cassie's shoes under my drab 501 jeans. I normally underdress evenings and weekends but I wanted more.

So, around 4pm, this afternoon, dressed in otherwise drab clothes, light brown dress shirt, and my 501s. I put on a pair of light brown booty type shoes with a 2-3 inch heel. My 501 covered the heel, and the toe of the shoes were squared and if you didn't inspect them too closely, they possibly pass as men's shoes.

But I must admit there are two clues that would give my little oddity in my attire away, 1) the style of the shoes, upon a second and closer look, one would guess, women's shoe, and 2) the way the shoes make you walk, I had a definite swish in my walk when I wore them.

So, since the coffee shop does not have a parking lot, I parked the truck on the street that bordered the back of the coffeeshop. A couple was returning to their truck, the driver was in a wheelchair. So, as I sat in the truck, wanting to wait till they drove away. But then I thought, if he has the courage to get out there and live his life, driving even though he was wheelchair bound, grab some guts girl, and get out there. So, I took that proverbial breath, and open the truck door. I'm sooo silly, I know the only one who noticed anything was ME!

I took along my laptop to do some work while I ate my mid-day snack I planned. I can't express how great it felt walking across the street, down the sidewalk, into the coffeeshop in my heels. I was nervous, but I kept thinking, "ACT NATURAL" and you will blend in. I mean, it was only shoes, hidden, and the outerwear was all drab, funny how one little thing can be the trigger for so much stress.

But I was there, committed, no turning back. At this particular coffee shop, you have to walk up to the bar and order your food and have it deliver to your table. I must have gotten there just as the rush arrived, because I had at least ten people in front of me. So there I was, standing for all the patrons to see ... nothing, absolutely nothing... so silly. I started to order my food, and as normal, as I spoke, I reached around to my left back jean's pocket reaching for my wallet and of course... IT WAS NOT THERE! OMG OMG OMG OMG ... WHY NOW!, WHY! WHY! WHY! THIS NEVER HAPPENS! So, I immediately, told the counter guy, hold on, I need to step out.. He said, sure.. and I immediately walked out of the coffee shop.

Panic, Panic, Panic... I'm walking to the truck cursing... but then I remembered, I just got some cash at the ATM, the wallet had to be in the truck. So, I started to breath again, slowed down, enjoyed walking in the heels again, and as I remembered, my wallet was on the floorboard of the truck. I go back in, order my food, took my table. Then, fate struck again, as I am taking my laptop out of the case, I swing in on the table and in a wosh... I knocked my tea all over the coffee table . Luckily, no one was in the little couch enclave I chose and no one really noticed my blunder. I again walk back up the bar, ask for assistance and received it.

The guys who helped me and brought me my food did notice my shoes, but did not react, so if they didn't react, neither did I. I ate, and worked for about an hour, till my laptop ran out of juice.

I was reading to leave when a str8 couple chose to sit in the enclave I was at and took the chairs directly across from my couch. They couldn't see my shoes because of the coffee table between us. So, again, I told myself, act naturally, put your laptop up, straighten things, get up and walk out...

So, that is what exactly what I did. If they noticed, I have no idea. I walked back to the truck and drove home.

One more little adventure

Cassie