First time out? We need to know.

[Julie York]

Would anyone who has been on this forum a while and is genuinely experienced in going out in public dressed, please give a genuine account of your VERY first time out, what you wore and where? How you felt etc. Think back now! Take off the rose glasses and the fictionmania and share the genuine experience. Tell it like it really was that first time. I REALLY need to know.


Thank you.
Much appreciated.




EricaCD?
Karren Hutton?
Sherlyn?
Sharon?
Wendy?
Rachel (Angel)?

etc etc

[joann07]

Would anyone who has been on this forum a while and is genuinely experienced in going out in public dressed, please give a genuine account of your VERY first time out, what you wore and where? How you felt etc. Think back now! Take off the rose glasses and the fictionmania and share the genuine experience. Tell it like it really was that first time. I REALLY need to know.


Thank you.
Much appreciated.




EricaCD?
Karren Hutton?
Sherlyn?
Sharon?
Wendy?
Rachel (Angel)?

etc etc

Hi Julie,

I just recently join the site and posted my experience of going out for the first time. Its a little lengthy, but I think you'll enjoy it.
Here is the link.
http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/...ad.php?t=54942

[Cheryl T]

Ok, here goes....
I went out the first time with my spouse to a shopping mall in Pa. I wore a page boy wig, black slacks and flats, stockings, a lavender shell and a jacket. We entered the mall and of all things we have to take the elevator from the parking area. Of course it's not crowded, only 1 other couple (husb/wife) with us. I'm the proverbial deer in the head lights and staring straight at the elevator door. Later my spouse informs me the woman was checking me out over and over...glad I didn't see it. Now I'm even more nervous so as we shop I'm glancing all over to see who is watching me and "reading" me.
We go to Dress Barn and while my SO is trying things on the sales lady is chatting me up (OMG) and asking me if I'm going to try something on. I'm nearly freaking.
About 3 hours into the trip I realize...there's no one paying any attention to me. They are all so busy in their own little world they don't have time for me. Whew!!!!!
Well, after lunch and a few shoe stores...always helps... I begin to relax and finally we return home and I have survived....lol.

After that we joined a local Tri-Ess chapter and started going out with some of the girls (one in particular...thank you Becky). Now...WHERE'S THE MALL??? Let me at it....lol.
At this point I'll go anywhere, anytime and just have fun. We have been to a dozen malls, a few movie theaters and restaurants all over with no incidents. I've heard a few giggles...but who cares.
One thing I've learned...my money is just as green in heels as it is in sneakers....

Go out and enjoy yourself. No one really seems to care. Just be yourself, dress the part and the place (no stilletto heels at Wal-Mart) and act like you belong there and that's how you will be seen.

And that's the truth ... (Lilly Tomlin as Edith Ann)

[vbcdgrl]

Julie, I guess that kind of depends on what you mean by "go out in public". I went to a CD friendly club regularly for quit a while before I got up the courage to venture out into the everyday, daytime world.. I made a New Year's resolution to go to Westminster Mall, actually go inside, walk around, check out the shops....I did just that in late January. I remember I wore a longish denim skirt, white tank top, white cardigan (sweater) and low heel tan shoes. This is very conservative dress, but, I didn't want to call undue attention to myself. It worked, I walked through that mall, even browsed Macy's lingerie department, had a great time, and no one raised an eyebrow.... Since then, I've been on a couple of outings to the beach, South Coast Plaza, Westminster Mall again, Wal-Mart, post office and gas station several times.
Will never catch up with Karren, but it's fun trying.

Vikki

[linnea]

My response "depends" too on what I think of as my first time out. I'm still in the closet as far as friends and relatives know. I used to dress and sneak out in the wee hours of the night, go to closed shopping areas and imagine myself shopping en femme as I walked somewhat cautiously pasted closed shop (looking at my reflection in their windows). I was always wary of security guards and police and other people. I did that sort of thing for years before I finally decided to take some opportunities to dress and go out in "public" way, i.e., in the light of day, at open shopping areas or malls, dressed and made up and bejeweled. My first time doing that was petrifying. My knees were shaky, my palms sweaty, my mouth dry. I dress in my motel room, drove to a mall, parked as near one entrance as I could, left the car and entered the mall past several people, walked to the first shop window I saw (it happened to be an electronics store), looked at the window for a few seconds, turned around and hustled back to my car. It took me about twenty minutes IN the car to muster the courage to make this brief appearance at the mall, and when I returned I was totally shaky. I went back to my motel, changed out of my clothes, took a shower, put on a nightie, and settled into bed with my heart still pounding and my mind still clinging to the impressions of my first time out. That is a far cry from my current level of activity, but it's taken quite a few similar efforts to reach the point I'm at now (though I'm still nervous and cautious in a number of ways, I'm far more adventurous and relaxed and guilt-free).
I hope that that is the kind of account you were asking for.

[EricaCD]

Exactly one year and one day ago was my first time out. I wrote a blog entry about it, so you can be sure this accurately captures my recollection at the time. Also attached is a photo from me that day, just before I went out.

From August 25, 2006:

OMG I did it!

First things first. Y'all already know about the morning. In drab to go out for lunch. Stopped by the MAC counter at Caesar's Palace. Girls, pay attention here: Those of you who (1) can afford it and (2) are currently using drugstore makeup ABSOLUTELY owe it to yourself to shop at a place like this (or Sephora or whatever). Liz P. helped me out and she was simply wonderful. Didn't bat an eye when I asked if she worked with CDs and she was patient, helpful and genuinely nice. (Yes, I know she is paid/trained to do that. It's still great.)

I replaced absolutely every bloody thing in my makeup bag. $400 investment in a happier, prettier Erica. Money very well spent.

Back to room, quick lunch. Then time for the new makeup. It took a little getting used to: very different textures and all that, and I have no doubt my technique will improve. But WOW! Well, I think the photo is nice anyway...and IMHO looked even better in person. Ridiculous that I have to spend a fortune to make myself look like I am not overly made up...

Well, I didn't want to be stuck in a hotel room. But I didn't have the nerve to step out into a crowded casino (for those of you who haven't been to Vegas, you would not believe how big and crowded these places are). Now remember, up til now my big moment was letting a room service girl see me en femme. But I decided to at least wander the halls of the hotel a bit. Had a nice walk, passed some people, world remained on its axis, no sign of sun exploding. Nobody mentioned anything (coming as a complete surprise to absolutely nobody here, I know).

I decided to go for it. Freshened up my makeup a bit, walked out, and down to the main elevator lobby at the casino floor.

Wow it was bright. Wow there were a lot of people. Wow none of them came up to my shoulder. Damn I really AM tall! But nevertheless I went out and had a nice walk. So I went from 1 person seeing me en femme to about 3,000 in one day. How's that for progress.

I had a wonderful time. Just did some window shopping and stopped to play a few slots, but I can't tell you how great it was. Flirted with the idea of having a drink at one of the bars, but I didn't want to get hit on (and in Vegas that is a fact of life). After about an hour my feet were beginnig to hurt so I went back.

Here's the best part - I swear this is true. I'm here for a convention. I am walking back into the elevators and a professional friend of mine (whom I know VERY well, and with whom I had dinner last night) is walking out. Walks right past me! OMG I nearly had a heart attack. But I am pretty sure he did not have the faintest recognition. Just the capper on a really fun outing.

Anyway I am just on cloud 9. I predict great things for Southern California tomorrow...

Love,

Erica

Tuesday April 25, 2006 - 11:02pm (EDT)

[sandra-leigh]

Would anyone who has been on this forum a while and is genuinely experienced in going out in public dressed, please give a genuine account of your VERY first time out,

Hmmm, there are different kinds of "going out".

My first time out involved bicyling over to the wooded edge of a field on a sunny and comfortably warm fall day, and there changing in to some cheap panties I'd bought. I didn't even dare put on the panties at home even when my wife was away. How did I feel? A bit like an exhibitionist pervert -- it was out "in public" and someone could have come by, and I "relieved" myself there.

It was only panties, but it "out" in at least one sense. And if I recall correctly, I wore one of the pairs of panties as I bicycled home.


I'm a bit fuzzy now on exactly how it progressed after that. I think the next step was to head to a nearby railway line near dusk, change into summer dress, and walk along the right of way, crossing a couple of major streets but only visible at a distance. I walked back through the residential streets when it was getting dark, risking people seeing me and possibly passing close to me, but knowing that likely I'd only be seen at a distance and taken for a woman walking. I didn't feel hyped up or "excited" or anything like that: I felt cool and comfortable and relaxed, and I was not panicing over the possibility of being "caught". But I would usually dare myself to walk along the edge of the main road for a bit while heading back.

Is "the first time" "going out" the first time I risked walking along that main road, thus risking being seen? I don't remember now: the first time doing that might have been 2 am or so (there is traffic all night, just not a great deal of it.)
Or is the "first time" the first time I deliberately went to a local shopping mall, changed into a skirt, and walked through it? Or is "first time" the first time that I went out actually trying to look femme, wig and all (by which time I'd already warn skirts in the malls and on busses)?


But really I think I'm atypical, in that I was not particularily concerned about being "read" or "passing" or potential negative comments. A distinct influence on my decision to give public crossdressing a try was something that one of my friends once told me. He didn't mind dressing up as a clown and making a fool of himself to please the kids, because he figured that he could afford to been seen as losing some dignity; it didn't really hurt him any. So too, I figured that I had enough dignity to afford to have people laugh at me: if it amused people, then some good would have come of it. And it turned out that I felt really comfortable in a skirt or a dress...

[Toyah]

Its been mentioned in passing before Sparkle last year was my first time in public but lots of CDs around so was OK
My first time on my own was about 2 weeks ago, everyone has said how great it was so I decided a walk along our main road at about 9 at night was called for.
Unlike normal ????? Toyah was dressed in a short modern dress with leggings which is fashionable at the moment ( I dont usually do fashion ).
With a little trepidation I had to negotiate our small enclosed street with lots of twitchy curtains usually to get to our main road.
Lots of traffic about and trotted past our local garage with everyone filling their cars no problem. then I saw oops in the bus stop ahead a single guy and he was watching hmmmm still trotted past and went on. I walked maybe quarter mile seeing a lot of cars and a few people on the opposite side of the road then turned back.
The guy at the bus stop paid me a lot more attention this time although it was 15 or so mins later and then oh no a GG walking towards me I thought she is bound to sus me but nope she walked past with a little hi smile.
As I was getting close to home saw a group of guys on my side I speed up a little just to make sure I turned in before them.
I got back very unnerved by the whole thing I dont think I will repeat in the near future

[Holly]

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EricaCD?
Karren Hutton?
Sherlyn?
Sharon?
Wendy?
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Well Julie, if you want the VERY first time out out in public that would have been when I was around 12 years old... and it was Halloween. My mom made a "dress" for me out of a burlap potato sack (this was when the sack dress was a popular style in the US). She had this old Burnett wig too. She put a little lipstick on my lips and some shadow on my eyes and out the door I went. I was thrilled and petrified at the same time. I remember as if it was just 50 years ago how wonderful the makeup felt as my mom was putting it on me and constantly rubbing my lips together, savoring the texture. I also remember how itchy that darn burlap dress was!

I hadn't been out for too long before I ran into some of my friends. When they saw me, they laughed... and I laughed with them. If I could have only shared the joyful feeling inside me... but we all know how cruel kids can be so I didn't even try. Besides, all these feelings were horribly confusing to someone of my young years.

So Julie... did that help?

[tall sam]

My first time out - well I have been in the closet and have never ventured further than the house or hotel room. I was going to Toronto and looked up Wildside. After some e-mails my confidence grew and I decided to go for it!. Planned a trip where I spent a weekend in Toronto, booked into Wildside, and got dressed into stockings, brown patterned skirt, long shirt and bunny top. Had shaved everything and did a great job taping - I felt very fem. Got a professional makeup done - not my normal look but it was submissively sexy.
Anyway, headed out with a few other girls from wildside to a very CD frendly town. First to a resturant and show then on to the nightclubs till 3am. I was very nervous but then again when you are in a city far away from home you feel there is little chance of being recognised. Like Erica I did feel that no-one reached my sholders as I am very tall, this got me a number of strange looks and "what is that" comments which spoilt my evening, but it did make the others envious because they said they never get noticed???? Anyway, I guess I was expecting more of a fantacy and romantacy, but it was all just normal. The next morning I went to a local park (same outfit), sat and read a book. The cops came past after a while and made some comment (not friendly) to me, I ignored them but it spoilt the moment - am I such a threat? Anyway, I did it, not sure if I will do it again but there is always London, Paris, Copenhagen and I am sure many other places where you can get lost in your feminine side. -- any suggestions will be great!

[MJ]

OK this may be a long post. the firs part will be short to set up what happened my friend gg who knew about my letter *the real life test letter* i got from my shrink said we need to go out and get you some outfits so that Saturday we went out to all the thrifts stores we were out all day i was in drab that day try having a friend hold up womans cloths to you in a crowed store and say this would work try it on , anyway we spent the whole day out shopping when we got home she picked out an outfit and handed me my wig and said i want you to put this on " she as never seen me en-femme" so i went to my bathroom to change while i was getting ready my so called friend went through my dressers and closets and removed all my male cloths underwear shoes everything !!!!. when i came out and noticed what she had done i was not a happy camper,
She said if you are a woman then be a woman , you look fine . and gave me a hug took my cloths i had on and with that said good bye

there i was in shock no guy cloths or shoes nothing and Sunday i was going grocery shopping ..... now i have never been out dress before so i was terrified well Sunday morning i got up early took like an hour and a half getting ready ..
8:30 am i looked out my apartment door to make sure no one was in the hall way and took off to the parking lot shaking all the way i drove to the store thats funny as you can see the store from my liveingroom , i sat in my car for 20 minutes just shaking but i had to do this i got out my car mental check list back straight head up look natural * how do you look natural for a rookie* got my buggy and in fear and trembling went in to the store .. it was packed my god just my luck , so i went about the aisles getting what i needed my heart pounding i did not stay too long as my heels started hurting and i wanted to get out of there , but the line up's were real long and by the time i got to the check out i was in pain the casher smiled at me and help me pack my grocery's talking all the time no fem voice from this chick and i got home about 10:00 am and the back door was full of people talking so i went through them saying nothing. i got to my door and was relived to take of the bloody heels and put my grocery's away had a cup of tea ...
and reflected on my first trip out i was very nervous but nothing bad happened , so i say it was a good day oh the picture is my last day as Paul and the other is how i went out don't laugh he he
BTW i am up set you did not mention me * going to have a beer and butter tarts*

[Sharon]

My first time out doesn't really count -- I was sixteen or 17, dressed in my brand new mail-order outfit(6-inch F-me heels, black mini-dress and horrible blond wig), and snuck out of the house in the middle of the night for a fast walk around the block. I remember there were just a couple houses with lights on, so unless someone heard my cheap heels clacking quickly on the sidewalk and looked outside at someone who looked like a cheap hooker, then it was an entirely stealthy venture.

My first time out that really counts was a little more than ten years later, when my wife and I spent a weekend in a suburban Philadelphia hotel, and I spent it dressed in assorted just-above-the-knee skirts, tops, and not-outrageously-high heels. We then went into Philly on Saturday, me shaking like a fool absolutely sure I was going to be singled out and mocked or attacked, but my wife literally dragged me from store to store, constantly reassuring me that I looked okay. I actually did look okay -- ahh, to be young again! -- thanks to her makeup application and my sensible skirt, top and wig(my hooker days were over thanks to my wife's horror at seeing my original outfits and her insistance on me procuring more "dignified" outfits). We spent most of the day just strolling around, but we managed to eat lunch and dinner in a couple of the quieter sandwich shops. We survived the day and I even managed to relax a bit before heading back to the hotel that night.

Other than this routine that we repeated a few times a year until 1994, I didn't go out again until a few years ago -- but this time solo.

[Kate Simmons]

Already told this story several times. First REAL time was in April of 2001. I was on my way to my first TG meeting over 1 hour away. Had on a black pantsuit and long blonde wig. Found the Church the meeting was at but couldn't find the meeting room. Left frustrated a total of 3 times after interacting with several people and finally decided to give it one more shot. Finally found it and enjoyed it immensely. Went to meeting every month for two years until I finally went off on my own. Strangely, I was not nervous at all even asking that many people about finding the group that first time.

[Sherlyn]

Geeez Julie thats a tough 1 for me // ..... My actual first time was a walk around the block in the dark ...skirt... top and my runners....no make up and it was scary as hell did this sorta thing for a few yrs no incidents then tried driving and although it was a cool thing I was always worried about the car breaking down!! .... My first real experience was about 10 yrs ago..when I decided for the ever so.. I gotta go to the mall thing ....I was wearing typically what you see me wearing in my pics (the casual side) ... I drove there with the car fear ...lol arrived at the mall in mid afternoon ...after several attempts at challenging the door ...I final went into ,,I think it was The Bay and very nervously walked towards the escalater going down ... I was totatly buzzing on OMG I'm in here and never noticed if anyone was staring ...when I got to the bottom floor I looked at some shoes and clothing ...then happened upon a mirror and thought ...Oh wow I dont look to bad ...lol so gaining confidence with that I headed out into the mall ...no one seem to care or notice me ..I had the odd looker but that didn't bug me ..til I got near the other end of the mall and there seemed to be a very large crowd of younger ppl ... I started getting nervous again.. and turned around and straight back the way I came ..then out to the car ,,Im sure I got clocked on the retreat coz I was totatly guy walk trucking ..just to get out...went straight home after that ..and of course was waiting for the car to die ...lol ....

[Tiffany Tuesday]

Would anyone who has been on this forum a while and is genuinely experienced in going out in public dressed, please give a genuine account of your VERY first time out, what you wore and where? How you felt etc. Think back now! Take off the rose glasses and the fictionmania and share the genuine experience. Tell it like it really was that first time. I REALLY need to know.

They forced me to be a cheerleader? I was made prom princess and fell in love with my date? My mother punished me in petticoats? None of the above!!!

... first biggie i remember when out .. i was ten and had run away that morning from boarding school and eventually after walking miles and miles managed to thumb a lift over the moors towards home in what we call a shop-van (a Galbraiths one i think). I was soaked thro and had my anorak hood up, it having rained all day. Everyone took me for a teenage girl, the driver, the women who came to his shop-van. I felt that weird way i usually felt if people mistook me for a girl, a little excitement, a little fear, much embarrassment but scared to death to let anyone see i wasn't really a girl ... the thing that worried me most was not being a girl, i liked being a girl, what was scary was others thinking/knowing i was a boy who liked being a girl.

I needed the lift and it took forever and every new stop some new woman or girl wanted to chat. It was excruciating, ten-year-old boys know zilch about girls, never mind about current boyfriends or boy bands or much of anything i was asked ... eventually we reached the civilisation of a service bus stop! My thoughts were of complete relief but with a slight delight later that i had been taken for a girl.

I made it home, mum convinced me to go back and that was one of the most difficult things i have ever done .. a homesick girl in a boys body who ran away from a boys school and went back to get bullied even more because of it. But it taught me one really useful lesson, being female does not make me a coward it gives me strength!

Hope you too find your inner woman, she will give you courage.
Hugz x

[danielle_from_cal]

My first time out was just last year. I have cross dressed to some extent for over thirty years, but last year was the first time that I had everything I needed all at one time (clothes, shoes, breasts, wig, makeup, ...). One morning I woke up and felt a sudden urge of confidence. I got all dressed up and went to fill my car up with gas ("petrol" for you Brits out there). I got in the car and hit the garage door opener, praying that no neighbors were out on the street. Nobody was there. Whew! I drove to the gas station and filled my car up. While I was doing it a couple of guys of Mexican heritage pulled up and were talking to each other in Spanish/Mexican. (I guess they thought that this "white chick" could not understand them, but I could very well.) They commented with respect to my "hot legs" and said a few things that cannot be translated on this site. It was a great compliment (even if they were pigs - you know, like men are! Gotta love em - er ... us). Anyway, I washed my car and drove home. Gawd, that was something I will never forget. When the garage door closed, I breathed a sigh a relief and happiness! And all I did was fill up with gas and wash my car. (A few weeks later, after a few more outings around town, I was walking around San Francisco, shopping like I had never dressed in any other way.)

[ShortSkirt]

I was 12 or 13, cant remember. I wore a knit dress of my sisters and my mother's leather boots with a low heel, no makeup but some hairspray. Walked around the block and came back past the intersection by the house and it was a red light and I had to walk past all the car's stopped at the light. It was dark but not late and I could literally feel the headlights on me. I was scared to death lol, but exhilarated at the same time.

[Karren H]

I also had a teenage outage.... which didn't really count... But my first time out for real was in 2004 and here's a photo of me just before I walked out the door.... Back before I learned to smile btw... hehe Price Utah...... I'll fill in the rest of the info tommorow...

Karren

Update - OK The story....That fateful night... I was out in Utah solo to install and teach one of our younger engineers some new software.... and stayed at the Holiday Inn in Price. Brought all my fem things which at the time was very smallish since I had just rediscovered my hobby a few months earlier.

On the way from SLC to Price I hit a mall and bought my fem leather embroidered winter jacket on clearence for $15... Can't pass up a sale!! So the first night in the hotel I dressed up and stayed in... experimenting. The second night I got this urge to go out. don't know why... So after getting as dressed up as I could (really hadn't acquired all the makeup skills yet) I went to the door.... and turned around... must have gone to the door 20 or 30 times.... kept turning around then finally just threw the door open and went out in the hall..... down and out the back door of the hotel... ....

Did pass two guys on the way out and they smiled.... I think I was too frightened to smile.. lol When I got to the car I was sooo excited and scared all wrapped into one... Almost fainted... Had to set there for a few minutes. Took off driving, must have been 8 in the evening. Just drove around the town which if youv'e ever been to Price is a pretty quick trip. At every stop sign or stop light where another vehicle pulled up besides me, I knew that they knew I was in drag.... But no one even looked my way!!

So I drove out to the local Walmart store, parked and walked over to the soda machine. Shaking like a leaf. Put my money in and pressed the button just as a car pulled up along side the curb. Thought they were going to get out and beat the crap out of me. After all I was in ultra religious Utah... Probably a dumb place to start...

But they didn't... Stopped and got fuel on the way back to the hotel, and ended up loosing money on that one because I didn't push for a reciept, for my expense account, and was NOT going to go in and ask for one!!! NO F***ing way!! lol

So that was it.... have crossdressed many times in Utah, even in SLC, right downtown, walked by the Mormon Tabernacle... but didn't go in... hehe

Love Karren

[Rachel Morley]

EricaCD?
Karren Hutton?
Sherlyn?
Sharon?
Wendy?
Rachel (Angel)?

etc etc

Tell it like it really was that first time. I REALLY need to know.

Hi Julie,

I'm kinda curious as why you "REALLY" need to know. Are you ....wait for it....planning to go outside yourself en femme???? I REALLY do hope so. Go on Jules, you can do it... you know you can!

My very first ever outing ever (yes, I know that's two "evers") in my whole entire life was (somewhat) tame and it happened in June 2005. Here's what I posted about it at the time.

First little outing en femme with my wife


However, my second ever time was much more eventful and way more scary. It happened just over a month later and it was Marla who posted about it with lots of pictures. Also it has two parts.... the best part is in post number two, so scroll down!

Wig shopping en femme....and more!

I hope this inspires you - it'd make my day if you did go out en femme

[GypsyKaren]

Kat took me out two years ago, that was my first time. I wore slacks and a casual blazer, the girl in black. We went to a TG friendly bar, but found it had gone out of business, so we ended up in a red neck bar in a bowling alley instead. Nobody gave me a second look and we had a good time.

How did it feel? Kinda surreal at first, better than I ever imagined. After a short while it felt like just another night out, and I knew I would never stop, it was the best.

Karen

[Helen in OK]

My first time out was just over a year ago. I had just purchased my first pair of heels, skirt and two pair of turtleneck long sleeve sweaters and some makeup. I had ordered a wig online but the stock ran out before my order was pulled, so I had to go into a wig store to get a wig. It was very important that all of this come together during a week my wife was out of town, and on the day a local TS support group had it's meeting.

On that afternoon, I took my shower, shaved my legs and face, put on my makeup, got fully dressed and finally put on my wig and looked into the mirror hoping and praying I would not look like a freak. I was amazed at how much different I looked. While I didn't look like any of my idols (Sophia Loren, Audrey Hepburn, Christy Brinkley) I found my look acceptable.

I walked out the front door in the afternoon sunlight and drove into Tulsa. I parked in the lot in front of the meeting place and as I walked, a truck driven by a man stopped and let me cross in front of them with no problems. The whole drive in I felt comfortable, natural to be en femme.

When I got home later that night I was on such an emotional high, I do not know how I ever got to sleep.

Helen in OK

[Butterfly Bill]

Too long for me to rewrite here. Read about it at http://users.isp.com//farfallabill/ComeOut.htm

[Wendi {LI NY}]

The First time was about 9yrs ago ..I was at a CDI fuction and we went to a straight resturant on 42 st in NYC .WOW . we walk there from CDI Apt on 40st ..Those two blocks seem like 20 miles that night .[lol] I was scare and very ,very nervous. It was the wonderful feeling to finely get out and about !
Since then I been out and about solo and with my S.O and Friends !
That first time was a major thrill and I dont remember the night to well ,but I do remember it was exuberant feeling to be dress infemme and out in the real world . Wendi D

[Glenda58]

My first time was back in the seventy's the wife and daughters went on a 2 day trip with her girl friend and kids. Home alone I had a wig don't know how I got it. Had heels from KMart didn't need to have my own cloths because the wife and I were the same size. I shaved my legs nick them twice the nerve's on high. Put on bra and panties then the garter belt and hose. Then the makeup now all this took about 3 hours. now to the walkin closet which out fit to wear found a cute mini dress all silk. Put on my wig and heels. found some perfume. Got a purse and got into the car then I open the garage door. Now it's 10:00 pm went into town park the car and sat there for another half hour before I got out and walk to a dress shop and look in the window. Listening to my heels kic on the sidewalk. Had my heart pounding. Then a car turn the corner my heart STOPPED it was the police I knew I was busted. They drove by slowly as I walked back to the car they waved so did I and got back in the car. I drove home and stay dress all night not wanting to sleep. Changing just before they got home. Trying to put everything back where it was. And hoping the wife did notice my shaved legs.

Nervous yes excited allot. BTW I look like a clown didn't know how to put on makeup.

[Sally2005]

The first times or the real time? A first time was at a party dressed in a black spandex dress, blond wig and all. Had a great time, that was many years ago. Other firsts were on halloween and some random experiments in darkness. For real was in the last year, full daylight, I posted on it, but basically was finding a public place to change, being very nervous, driving around a bit, taking a walk in a public park and later changing back. The second and later times are more fun and easier to be more daring or natural depending how you look at it. The latest adventure was walking around a market area face to face with many other people and receiving no negative responses. Just nice smiles back. Very heart warming experience. My recommendation is to do it and smile, the world will smile back. And shave really well.