The journey to going outside.

[stellatoo]

Hi Ladies & Gents, I hope you're all well. Happy holidays.

I was reading some posts about going out and thinking of the experience of being dressed and how it progresses. I remember when I was about 11 and just starting with the dressing, hiding away in the bedroom even though no-one else was home. Gradually I started venturing out to the top of the stairs (still no one home:D) then creeping quietly downstairs. The process developed to spending more time downstairs (constantly looking out the window to see if anyone was coming back and keeping doors open between the stairs and me) then opening the back door, then venturing into the porch, down the path, into the garden. All the while with my heart in my mouth, blood pounding in my ears, and fear/hope that I might get caught:confused2:

After a couple of years I was walking around a local town centre and then, when I left home, other town centres and going to clubs, pubs etc.
I was a Whitby a few weeks ago and, hopefully, will be there next year.

Anyone else want to share their journey?

[Beverley Sims]

Like you dress, sneak into the hallway,into the lounge room....Noise!...Zoom... Back to the bedroom to start it all over again.
After many of these excursions, the back door, round the front......Zoom.... start again.
Eventually one night when I was 14 I went with my friends, all boys to the mall and this was a hoot!
Now it is all broken dreams and happy memories with all the adrenalin rush that was there in those days. :)

[reb.femme]

I only recently started going out, it was a fetish thing in those days. However, I did develop super sensory hearing and sight to rival Superman and the 6 Million Dollar Man put together. :heehee:

I went out two nights ago to wear my boots in a bit and my heart was still pounding in my mouth. 20 minutes after I got in, my wife got in from being out all day and got caught for a chat by our neighbour in the drive way. Wife is OK with me dressing but I don't need the neighbours involved. I still get a major adrenaline rush when I go out but I'm an adrenaline junkie anyway when dressing.

Rebecca

[ashley-2501]

I have just started going for drives and have no fear in my car (I love my car) but getting to and from my apartment building is always an adrenalin rush! to day was my 6th time out and I decided to go for a lovely drive (@5am^^) and took a walk throw some woods and had a swing at a park on the lake. there was some light snow fall, I even took some pictures with my phone at a gazebo in the middle of the park!! it was a wonderful start to the day. I felt like I was out hunting but dressed as a girl^^ and no bow. once I got in the tree cover it was so relaxing I stayed out till 6am. I can't wait to do it again.

[Cynthia Anne]

Sounds like my childhood oy yesteryear! Some great times were had!

[kimberlybates]

I remember when I started venturing out in the late evenings and taking short drives around town. It was a real rush when I would first step out into the night air. I can remember the cool air brushing my stocking covered legs and navagating a gravel drive in high heels to get to my car. Eventually I would start out earlier in the evening until I felt more comfortable being out in the daylight with others. It was always exciting when frist dealing with others, always wondering if they could see through my en femme.

[Angela Campbell]

I only recently started going out, it was a fetish thing in those days. However, I did develop super sensory hearing and sight to rival Superman and the 6 Million Dollar Man put together. :heehee:

I went out two nights ago to wear my boots in a bit and my heart was still pounding in my mouth. 20 minutes after I got in, my wife got in from being out all day and got caught for a chat by our neighbour in the drive way. Wife is OK with me dressing but I don't need the neighbours involved. I still get a major adrenaline rush when I go out but I'm an adrenaline junkie anyway when dressing.

Rebecca

Yes super hearing.......I relate it more to being like a secret agent. Stealth, keeping secrets, lurking in the shadows, silent movement. I have hidden my secret very well. When I was a boy I would dress in the bathroom, and venture out into the house when no one was home. Keeping my ears and eyes focused to know when or if someone came home so I could run to the bathroom if someone came home. I could get out of the secret clothes and no one would ever know. I live alone now and still keep my focus. I am always aware of any car approaching and keep all the doors locked and the curtains closed and know if anyone is near. I don't even care if the neighbors know but I am just self trained to be hyper aware of my surroundings and always have an escape plan when dressed.

[mariehart]

The first time I went out dressed was when I was a teenager. Very nervewracking and I wasn't that convincing. I remember going out in a pair of white boots and a blue cord dress. Ah the seventies! At night of course. Later I met made contact with a TV group. I wore a really nice dog tooth pattern skirt and jacket under which was a fluffy polo neck. Someone lent me a blonde wig and one of the girls escorted me through the streets of Dublin to the pub. We got wolf whistles on the way. I was thrilled. Another time I was meeting someone and had to be dressed. But my Mother and brother and his friend were downstairs. I had to get made up and dressed and sneaked downstairs with my heart in my mouth. Outside I met lots of people on the way to the local church who seemed disapproving of my rather short skirt. Further on I came across a former school mate who gave me the once over. Having no idea who I was. The whole thing was a bit of an out of body experience.

In recent years the chance to dress has gone but lately it happened again, in broad daylight. I dropped the kid to school one rainy morning. Getting home I decided to dress up for a change. I got together a dress, opaque tights and a pair of boots belonging to my wife. She doesn't have big feet. I have small. So I could dress up in the current style. Topped that with her coat and an umbrella because I have no wig. Then on the spur of the moment I went out got in the car and decided to drive to the local beach. On the way I almost panicked when I realised what I was doing. What if someone saw me? But I just decided. 'Who cares. So what if someone sees me?' I just relaxed. Went to the beach got out of the car and strolled along the prom, with the umbrella providing cover. Then I went home. Haven't had a chance since but the next time won't be long in coming.