Well. Blimey.
To start with, a little prologue (bare with me!! It'll be short.) I'd been getting serisouly down, of late. An attack of "female jelousy" as I like to call it. Seeing stunning women in stunning clothes and get very very frustrated that I couldn't be wearing what they were.
So... We'd finished the show, and the plan was to go to the pub for a bit, wait for a friend to call me then move onto a club for the evening. The previous night, I'd been debating, (with the friend who had accompanied me to the pub,) whether I should or could wear heels along with a semi-drab outfit. It was wraith - a popular Goth night in Norwich, and so it wouldn't bee too serious if I was in some drag. I'd decided against it though... my guts stopping me.
And so the result was a rant at my friend in the pub, which turned into a fantastic discussion about cisgender, problems with society, and the fact that crossdressing isn't a "problem", it's other peoples' views that are the problem. I told I had some makeup in my bag to prove to myself I could leave the house with something crossdress-y. She's a make-up salesperson, works for a large chain in the UK - does great makeovers. I said, "We could ditch [my friend]... she hasn't called... You could do a makeover on me!"
"Yeah..." She replied, quite happy. And that was settled. A couple of drinks later and we came back to mine. Careful not to wake the parents, I stuffed some clothes and makeup into my bag and then we went to hers. Firstly, I thought, "B*gger it... It's 1am. There's no one about, I'll put my wedges on to go to hers." So I did, and I walked out there with my heels on. Fantastic!
We got there, and I "satisfied her curiosity" by dressing. She did some absolutely fab makeup on me, and we nattered until about 3am, when we both took our faces off, and I kipped on the sofa.
This morning... realisation: The only shoes I have are these wedge sandels, and I need to go to Tescos, grab some things and then go home! That'd mean going out and about wearing some form of ladies' clothing. I always knew there'd be a day when I would go, "F*ck you," to everyone and wouldn't give a damn about being crossdressed and out. And today was it! I wondered round Tescos, quite naturally, brown jeans on, black top (of the guy variety), only with 4" wedge sandels on. It was fine... I walked better than I anticipated, and to my astonishment the person who was most worried about my appearance in there was ME!
I didn't hear a peep out of anyone, not a dirty look from any direction. Something about that dissappointed me, but it was an eye-opener for me. And now, the nerves of going out and about for the first time have gone... I don't need to worry so much and just enjoy myself!!
The thing that caught me by surprise was how quickly all this came about. Just one evening, and suddenly I'd had a mini-makeover from a friend and been out with some women's clothing on! Shoes too... The best!!
At least that's over and done with now... Now for going all the way!!
Originally Posted by Kimberly
) is that you're still a kid (relatively speaking) and won't be held back for a large chunk of your adult life, like many of your sisters here.
