Natalie x
08-21-2005, 06:00 AM
Well, I reckon the genie is out of the bottle, I've been spotted by one of my neighbours.
I've been promising myself an outing in public in daylight, and last night I made up my mind to do it today.
In the UK we have these events called "car boot sales" ("trunk sales" in the USA?) where people drive to a grassy field with all their unwanted items in their boot, and other people flock around to buy them. Do you girls have anything like this where you live? It's like eBay with rain.
Anyway, I didn't want to buy anything, but it seemed like a safe place to get out en femme. No half measures this time; a lovely, floaty, dark brown handkerchief skirt with embroidered flowers on the front, with a clingy white rouched top, bra with forms under, a pretty candy striped lambswoll jacket (cardigan), 2" heeled sandals, wig and full makeup and I was ready to go. There is no way I can explain this if anyone asks!
Now it gets hard. I paced up and down my apartments psyching myself up to go out the door. Only one person in my block knows I crossdress, so it's really scary going out onto the landing and down the stairs. Okay, let's do it! Out the door, down the corridor to the stairs. Heart stops, an elderly man comes up the stairs, "Hello" I whisper and duck past him. Out to the car without seeing anyone else. I drive off feeling good.
Called in at the bottle bank on the way, a couple of other people there, but no eye contact and no conversation. Then to the boot sale. Drove onto the parking field, along with a few hundred other cars, and parked up. Waited for the next few cars to park next to me and the occupants disembark and walk off. I noticed that everyone else is dressed for bad weather, so I look rather conspicuous, but I haven't come all this way to bottle out now. Out of the car, accross the field to where all the stalls are set out. There are hundreds of people milling about. I avoid eye contact, but try to see if anyone shows any sign of making me; no obvious reactions. I walk down one row and up the next row (about 20 minutes, I guess) then back to car (nerves getting the better of me). Took a photo of myself standing in the parking field.
Drove back towards home, taking a picture driving along, and stopped off at a local grocer's for milk. Stood in line to pay, still avoiding eye contact, paid and said "Thank you" in a small voice, then drove home. I'm on a high by now!
Now this is where it got a bit scary. One of the nosey parkers in the block came out just as I was parking, and was staring at me/the car. I'm sure she knows my car. So now I panic and turn around and drive off again. Drove around for a little while (no-where safe to go) then back to the block. She's not there now, so I quickly get out and walk to the doors and safely up to my apartment. I can't believe she hasn't worked it out, and I reckon it will be all around the block before teatime! Oh well, I don't care, they had to find out sometime, and I'm ready to face the music. I'll fill you in on that in a new post sometime.
The only real downer is that my camera and PC don't seem to like each other, and the three pictures I took have disappeared into a black hole. I am so disappointed, because I was enjoying myself so much and wanted you to see it in my face. Oh, well.
I've been promising myself an outing in public in daylight, and last night I made up my mind to do it today.
In the UK we have these events called "car boot sales" ("trunk sales" in the USA?) where people drive to a grassy field with all their unwanted items in their boot, and other people flock around to buy them. Do you girls have anything like this where you live? It's like eBay with rain.
Anyway, I didn't want to buy anything, but it seemed like a safe place to get out en femme. No half measures this time; a lovely, floaty, dark brown handkerchief skirt with embroidered flowers on the front, with a clingy white rouched top, bra with forms under, a pretty candy striped lambswoll jacket (cardigan), 2" heeled sandals, wig and full makeup and I was ready to go. There is no way I can explain this if anyone asks!
Now it gets hard. I paced up and down my apartments psyching myself up to go out the door. Only one person in my block knows I crossdress, so it's really scary going out onto the landing and down the stairs. Okay, let's do it! Out the door, down the corridor to the stairs. Heart stops, an elderly man comes up the stairs, "Hello" I whisper and duck past him. Out to the car without seeing anyone else. I drive off feeling good.
Called in at the bottle bank on the way, a couple of other people there, but no eye contact and no conversation. Then to the boot sale. Drove onto the parking field, along with a few hundred other cars, and parked up. Waited for the next few cars to park next to me and the occupants disembark and walk off. I noticed that everyone else is dressed for bad weather, so I look rather conspicuous, but I haven't come all this way to bottle out now. Out of the car, accross the field to where all the stalls are set out. There are hundreds of people milling about. I avoid eye contact, but try to see if anyone shows any sign of making me; no obvious reactions. I walk down one row and up the next row (about 20 minutes, I guess) then back to car (nerves getting the better of me). Took a photo of myself standing in the parking field.
Drove back towards home, taking a picture driving along, and stopped off at a local grocer's for milk. Stood in line to pay, still avoiding eye contact, paid and said "Thank you" in a small voice, then drove home. I'm on a high by now!
Now this is where it got a bit scary. One of the nosey parkers in the block came out just as I was parking, and was staring at me/the car. I'm sure she knows my car. So now I panic and turn around and drive off again. Drove around for a little while (no-where safe to go) then back to the block. She's not there now, so I quickly get out and walk to the doors and safely up to my apartment. I can't believe she hasn't worked it out, and I reckon it will be all around the block before teatime! Oh well, I don't care, they had to find out sometime, and I'm ready to face the music. I'll fill you in on that in a new post sometime.
The only real downer is that my camera and PC don't seem to like each other, and the three pictures I took have disappeared into a black hole. I am so disappointed, because I was enjoying myself so much and wanted you to see it in my face. Oh, well.