I went to San Francisco this week and had a good time. I go often, but this time was a bit different because I ditched the car and used public transport the whole time. I have been going out for some time, but always with a car. It was my refuge, where I could run to in case "pitchfork wielding tranny eating zombies" came after me. My outfit for the evening was a blue, short strapless dress (a first for me), dark nylons, d'orsay pumps with an ankle strap, and a black cardigan to make the outfit a bit more conservative for the walk and taxi. I first walked from my hotel to Diva's for a quick drink. It was kind of quiet. A young man at the bar struck up a conversation. I left after my drink and took a taxi to the Cat Club. Every Wednesday they have Bondage a Go Go. They actually do have people being tied up and whipped in the back room, but it is really rated PG. More importantly, a cross dresser is the least weird looking person in this establishment and everyone is welcome. I have never gone, but there is also a group that meets at a nearby cafe on third Wednesdays before the club. I intended to go, but did not have time. I met a lady named Stacy, from Dallas. It was her first time out dressed, ever. Congratulations. If you read this, you looked great. I think she got bored of all the industrial music and leather, so we went back to Divas and watched a bit of the dance show on the third floor.
The next day I needed to take a train out. I decided to do this dressed; another first. Originally I had planned to keep a low profile with the jeans and casual top. But, I was in a dressy mood. Unfortunately I had limited clothes on me and the best look I could put together was more ok for November in New York, than summer in California. Black short skirt, mini boots, blue and black leopard pattern top, and big sunglasses. The only mistake was pulling my luggage to the bart station, but I could not find a taxi. It was warm and I though I would melt. The walk was uneventful. A homeless lady asked me for money and two French tourist ladies asked me for directions. Nothing happened, a normal walk. I rode the bart to the amtrak station in Richmond. I think one guy gave me the once over, but he was harmless. I had to wait 30 minutes in Richmond. A couple of rail workers checked me out. I could not tell if they were checking me out for being cross dressed, or were just checking out my legs. I got in the train and thought to remain dressed, but decided that the restroom on the train was the best place to convert back to boy mode. I thought I would look like a wreck, but the walk the warmth of the air, seemed to make the makeup blend perfectly into my skint tone and I looked great, I thought. It was a shame to take it off.