Toni Citara
03-30-2014, 12:27 PM
There are times I have left the house en femme but always kept a duffle bag of guy stuff in the trunk and extra guy shoes under the driver's seat for that "emergency" but to date have never needed it. A couple years back I stopped keeping clothing and shoes in the car because of my confidence in my clothing choices. I will never forget the first time I left the house in heels, it was totally a fluke - a "pink fog" type of moment.
Sunday afternoon, was wearing kahki pants and a polo shirt and a cute pair of medium heeled sandals, had prepped some stuff to grill and realized I was out of propane, grabbed the tank and headed to the car, put the empty tank in the trunk and drove off to the nearest gas station. When I pulled into the parking lot my mind re-engaged and I realized I was wearing heels. Sh!t Sh!t Sh!t is all I could think. Well, there were no other cars in the parking lot and I figured I could get in and out quickly. Grapped the empty tank and attempted to do the exchange and pay via credit car at the machine, no luck, it wouldn't work. I had to enter the store and actually risk "death by being outed".
I thought about leaving but knew if somebody already saw me in heels it was already too late and the "jig was up". So, I grabbed the tank and went into the store, asked the cashier if she could do the exchange, and everything went fine, well, until we went outside so she could unlock the cage and get the filled tank for me. I told her she didn't need to go with me as I could unlock the thing and return the key, but she insisted on going with me.
So we get outside and do the tank exchange and she said "have a nice day" and as she started to walk away she looked me in the eyes and said "you've got guts, I'll give you that".
That was all she said.
I was sweating bullets and horrified and at the same time relieved it was over. There was absolutely no possibility for my pants to have been long enough to cover the heels and I know that she was talking about the shoes.
Oddly, that one event lessened my fear of being in public and got to the point of knowing if somebody says something negative it is most likely because they are lacking a pair of balls to do what makes themselves happy and they are only pulling others down to their level of misery.
Sunday afternoon, was wearing kahki pants and a polo shirt and a cute pair of medium heeled sandals, had prepped some stuff to grill and realized I was out of propane, grabbed the tank and headed to the car, put the empty tank in the trunk and drove off to the nearest gas station. When I pulled into the parking lot my mind re-engaged and I realized I was wearing heels. Sh!t Sh!t Sh!t is all I could think. Well, there were no other cars in the parking lot and I figured I could get in and out quickly. Grapped the empty tank and attempted to do the exchange and pay via credit car at the machine, no luck, it wouldn't work. I had to enter the store and actually risk "death by being outed".
I thought about leaving but knew if somebody already saw me in heels it was already too late and the "jig was up". So, I grabbed the tank and went into the store, asked the cashier if she could do the exchange, and everything went fine, well, until we went outside so she could unlock the cage and get the filled tank for me. I told her she didn't need to go with me as I could unlock the thing and return the key, but she insisted on going with me.
So we get outside and do the tank exchange and she said "have a nice day" and as she started to walk away she looked me in the eyes and said "you've got guts, I'll give you that".
That was all she said.
I was sweating bullets and horrified and at the same time relieved it was over. There was absolutely no possibility for my pants to have been long enough to cover the heels and I know that she was talking about the shoes.
Oddly, that one event lessened my fear of being in public and got to the point of knowing if somebody says something negative it is most likely because they are lacking a pair of balls to do what makes themselves happy and they are only pulling others down to their level of misery.