Carla Stevens
02-24-2011, 05:45 PM
Sorry, a bit of a long post.
I actually managed to leave the house for the first time whilst dressed & went for a drive.:eek:
I don't get much time to dress as I'm still way in the closet & not even my father, who I live with knows about my 'other side'. He rarely goes out & when he does I never know how long he'll be. He's usually only out for an hour or so.
He was due to go out for a meal & I dropped him off at a restaurant at 6:40 this evening, so decided that as I've got the house to myself for the evening I'd get dressed & venture out for the first time ever.
It took me nearly an hour to shower, shave, get dressed & apply my make up (something I need more practice with & some lessons).
I headed downstairs & turned off the porch light to afford myself the cover of darkness to leave the house & get into my car on the drive. The houses in my neighbourhood are very close together & there is very little privacy.
I stood in the porch, plucking up the courage to shut the door behind me & leave the house, heart beating so fast I could hear it thumping away.
I stepped out & headed straight to the car, got in & started it up & drove away.
WOW! what a buzz. I couldn't believe I was doing it.
I drove around for about half an hour, but really wanted to carry on, having now made the first step.
I thought I'd better return home, not knowing exactly when my father would be home & wanting to get home before him. It could have been extremely awkward had I come through the front door fully dressed as Fearne, to be confronted by him.
Again the heart was beating when I pulled onto the drive as this was when one of the neighbours might spot me.
A quick dash for the front door & I was home safe.
That was so liberating. :D Terrifying yes, but I'm so glad I made that first step.
I decided to stay dressed for the rest of the evening, but imagine my shock at hearing the front door opening at 9:40, exactly three hours after I'd dropped him off.
My father had done his usual & come home early. :Angry3:
Luckily I was in my room, so I dived under the bedclothes in case he decided he wanted to speak to me.
I pulled off my wig & earings & grabbed a packet of wetwipes to try to remove my make up.
Lukily he didn't come into my room to speak to me & I've now stuffed all my clothes under my bed until I can put them back in my locked drawer in the morning.
I actually managed to leave the house for the first time whilst dressed & went for a drive.:eek:
I don't get much time to dress as I'm still way in the closet & not even my father, who I live with knows about my 'other side'. He rarely goes out & when he does I never know how long he'll be. He's usually only out for an hour or so.
He was due to go out for a meal & I dropped him off at a restaurant at 6:40 this evening, so decided that as I've got the house to myself for the evening I'd get dressed & venture out for the first time ever.
It took me nearly an hour to shower, shave, get dressed & apply my make up (something I need more practice with & some lessons).
I headed downstairs & turned off the porch light to afford myself the cover of darkness to leave the house & get into my car on the drive. The houses in my neighbourhood are very close together & there is very little privacy.
I stood in the porch, plucking up the courage to shut the door behind me & leave the house, heart beating so fast I could hear it thumping away.
I stepped out & headed straight to the car, got in & started it up & drove away.
WOW! what a buzz. I couldn't believe I was doing it.
I drove around for about half an hour, but really wanted to carry on, having now made the first step.
I thought I'd better return home, not knowing exactly when my father would be home & wanting to get home before him. It could have been extremely awkward had I come through the front door fully dressed as Fearne, to be confronted by him.
Again the heart was beating when I pulled onto the drive as this was when one of the neighbours might spot me.
A quick dash for the front door & I was home safe.
That was so liberating. :D Terrifying yes, but I'm so glad I made that first step.
I decided to stay dressed for the rest of the evening, but imagine my shock at hearing the front door opening at 9:40, exactly three hours after I'd dropped him off.
My father had done his usual & come home early. :Angry3:
Luckily I was in my room, so I dived under the bedclothes in case he decided he wanted to speak to me.
I pulled off my wig & earings & grabbed a packet of wetwipes to try to remove my make up.
Lukily he didn't come into my room to speak to me & I've now stuffed all my clothes under my bed until I can put them back in my locked drawer in the morning.