Cheryl James
06-04-2010, 10:10 PM
It was necessary to get my outing in during the daylight hours due to a male commitment in the evening. So, I decided to do the beach again. My goal was to get in at least a two mile walk along the water line. I wore some capri's (I really love capri's), a simple top that was, somewhat see through, bra and forms, sandals, and a beach hat, oh, and sunscreen. I love feeling the breeze blowing through my top. And, I like that my bra is very visible through the, nearly, shear fabric.
My only regret is that I am, for now, unable to wear a bathing suit. In all, however, I find myself to feel, truly, free at the beach. It's funny because as a male, I hate the beach. I wouldn't go there if you paid me. In Cheryl mode, though, I like it very much.
I walked along the water line. There were a lot of people there, families, teenage boys and girls, single men and women, couples, and groups of women. I came very near many of them, With my beach hat, I felt, reasonably invisible. I tried to pay attention to people as I walked by them and, not that I believe I could have passed if we bumped into each other, I saw no hint that anyone thought I was anything but a woman.
A storm blew up as I was returning to where I had left my chair. I beat the storm, fortunately, but had to walk through the parking lot as everyone else was loading their cars. I did not go out of my way to confront people directly, but I walked fairly close to a number of folks and did not notice any hint of recognition that I wasn't what I seemed to be.
I can't believe that I like the beach.
My only regret is that I am, for now, unable to wear a bathing suit. In all, however, I find myself to feel, truly, free at the beach. It's funny because as a male, I hate the beach. I wouldn't go there if you paid me. In Cheryl mode, though, I like it very much.
I walked along the water line. There were a lot of people there, families, teenage boys and girls, single men and women, couples, and groups of women. I came very near many of them, With my beach hat, I felt, reasonably invisible. I tried to pay attention to people as I walked by them and, not that I believe I could have passed if we bumped into each other, I saw no hint that anyone thought I was anything but a woman.
A storm blew up as I was returning to where I had left my chair. I beat the storm, fortunately, but had to walk through the parking lot as everyone else was loading their cars. I did not go out of my way to confront people directly, but I walked fairly close to a number of folks and did not notice any hint of recognition that I wasn't what I seemed to be.
I can't believe that I like the beach.