I very vividly remember my first time going out. It was sometime last November. I was wearing a cute green sweater dress, maroon tights, makeup, wig, breast forms, and heels. My very supportive wife and I decided it was time to go for a short drive, so we waited until dark and made our move. It felt like it was time to move onto what I felt was the next step, but I wasn't quite ready to go out in broad daylight. Stepping out of the apartment that first time, fully dressed as I was, was so incredibly nerve wracking, but oh the adrenaline! We didn't want to stay out too long, so we just drove to the gas station about 5 miles away. My wife looked over at me from the driver's seat and said, "You're fueling". Oh boy, this is it! I thought for sure someone would clock me, but fueling the car went without a hitch.
Since then, we've gone out a few more times, and I've always had a ton of fun, in various outfits, but always at night. We stopped going out for some reason in the early spring, but Here lately, I've been wanting to go out again. However, I can't find the courage to go out. I'd like to go without my wife sometime, and in the daylight, but everyone I get ready to go out, the thought of doing that just gets me shaking in my heels! So what I'm wondering is, what encouraged you to go out the first time, and how did you find the courage? I know everyone says the muggles don't care, and I'm almost starting to believe that, but for some reason, I'm terrified to even open the blinds!