Previously, I posted about how crossdressing made me a prisoner in my own house. I can't leave, be seen, blah blah blah..... Others on here said I was a prisoner of my own choosing and I should just go take a ride to see what it was like. Boy, did I do that.
Last week, I flew to Indiana to drive my wife's car home while she drove my mother-in-law home. (from Indiana to Texas - 1000 miles, 16 hours.) When I got to Indiana, I saw heels in the car and my wife said "I bought some heels and a dress at Goodwill while shopping." A little light went off inside my head. I'm driving her car alone. Nobody who sees me will know me. Yes! I'm driving home in a dress!!!
On the day of the trip, I shaved my legs and chest in the shower, then started off with a quick trip to wal-mart to get some things. I bought flats, stockings, shorts (clearance for $2), a top and of course some snacks (haha) - oh, and a cheap Halloween wig (bad idea). I figured the wig would be enough disguise if I was seen on the road in a dress. Dang, was I wrong. All that cheap thing did was lose fibers all over the car.... but I digress.
So, In the wal-mart parking lot, I put on shorts and blouse, stockings and flats. I felt so liberated. I put on the wig and away I went! Cruising down the highway, windows down, sunroof open. At first, when a car or truck would pass, I'd cover my face or look the other way..... as the day progressed, I didn't care anymore and let them look. Of all the cars that passed me, only 1 or 2 even had people looking. I waved and smiled.
I stopped in IL at a rest park on the lake. It's a huge lake and there's a big park at the rest area to walk, picnic etc. I took a long walk along the beach. I was having a great time. I put the dress on in the car and walked along the lake taking pictures without a care in the world (until a second car came and parked next to mine..... crap!!!!) I stopped at another rest area on a hill in Arkansas where I sat on the picnic table in full view of drivers passing by.
I filled my car in Texas at a gas station wearing a dress, flats and stockings. Dang pump wouldn't click, so I had to hold the nozzle the entire time it was filling.
Anyway, in addition to the exhilaration of the outing, I learned that I will never take a long road trip in drab again. It was so comfortable to drive in a dress and short shorts; there was no binding, crushing, sweating etc that I usually experience with Jeans and dude-shorts.
So, I had such an amazing time, I had to share it with someone. Next time, I'm bringing my wig though!!!!! (yeah, I know the pic on the lake with the wig is horrible, but look at the view I had.)
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