Jeremie
09-05-2016, 11:08 PM
The day started normal enough. I had some "other me" time today so I got a good shave and did my make-up. I went an extra step and applied my fake lashes too. They make such a huge difference! I won't bore you with the details of under garments as we all know how that goes, but I'll tell you what the outfit consisted of. I have a really pretty pair of embellished jeans that I like. They have some nice fading (lines) under the front pockets and the typical front of the thigh fade. I wore a white low v neck top (cotton pull over) with really high sleeves and a black, long-sleeve shawl. I wore my 3.5" open toe white heels as well. I wore my forms, but I didn't feel like wearing my hip pads or corset.
I messed around the house for hours and then it just sort of hit me. It keep saying... "just take a drive", "it's dark and no one will see you", and "you look too pretty to just stay inside". I looked out side a couple of times at the vehicle in the driveway, but I just couldn't get up my nerve. So I settled to sit in the day light on the back porch. It's semi-secluded, but not still a risk. After about 15 minutes I was hot though and came back in. Later that evening, it started again. The voice just wouldn't stop. Eventually I did it. I just pulled up my big girl panties and DID IT! I walked outside to the intoxicating click-clack of my heels, dressed head-to-toe like a women, climbed in my car and just started it up. I clicked my seat belt into place, which was awesome because it was between my breasts and pulled my shirt in, which only enhanced my projection. It really looked so real! I backed out of the drive and off I went. I only saw one person in the neighborhood on my way out, but I didn't dare look that way. I was nervous and my knees were honestly shacking a little. I held my hands at the 10 and 2 spots on the wheel and tried my best to look confident and routine.
I only stopped at a couple of red lights, but I can tell you I feel I understand women a little better now. My girlfriend comments how guys always stare at her when she's out and about, and I noticed the same. As they passed by or at the lights, they looked. I'm sure I do the same thing, but I don't even know I do if so. Needless to say it made me feel even more nervous, as if I had a flashing sign above my head saying... "Look at me", but none of the stares were over the top. More more just a quick check of the girl in the car next to them. Figuring I better head back I eventually turned around and started that way. As I approached a 24-hour unattended gas station I decided to fill up the tank on a whim. It was well lit, but no one was there. I turned off the motor, checked my hair and make-up, un-clicked my seat belt, opened the door, and slid a heeled leg outside the vehicle. Here I was again, outside the comfort of my house or the modest safety I felt from my car. I adjusted my shawl to be more modest, clicked in my heels a few steps to the back, slide my card, and started pumping. I was a nervous wreck wondering things like if I was standing girly enough, how I should be holding my arms, what in the world would I do if someone pulled in to get gas as well... No one did though and so I put the hose back, climbed in, and started back home.
I looked at myself a few times in the reflection of the car's windows or door panels. It felt so comfortable and the person looking back at me seemed very happy and at home. She wasn't the prettiest belle at the ball, but today, she was the bravest. Wonder when I'll run into her out and about again....
I messed around the house for hours and then it just sort of hit me. It keep saying... "just take a drive", "it's dark and no one will see you", and "you look too pretty to just stay inside". I looked out side a couple of times at the vehicle in the driveway, but I just couldn't get up my nerve. So I settled to sit in the day light on the back porch. It's semi-secluded, but not still a risk. After about 15 minutes I was hot though and came back in. Later that evening, it started again. The voice just wouldn't stop. Eventually I did it. I just pulled up my big girl panties and DID IT! I walked outside to the intoxicating click-clack of my heels, dressed head-to-toe like a women, climbed in my car and just started it up. I clicked my seat belt into place, which was awesome because it was between my breasts and pulled my shirt in, which only enhanced my projection. It really looked so real! I backed out of the drive and off I went. I only saw one person in the neighborhood on my way out, but I didn't dare look that way. I was nervous and my knees were honestly shacking a little. I held my hands at the 10 and 2 spots on the wheel and tried my best to look confident and routine.
I only stopped at a couple of red lights, but I can tell you I feel I understand women a little better now. My girlfriend comments how guys always stare at her when she's out and about, and I noticed the same. As they passed by or at the lights, they looked. I'm sure I do the same thing, but I don't even know I do if so. Needless to say it made me feel even more nervous, as if I had a flashing sign above my head saying... "Look at me", but none of the stares were over the top. More more just a quick check of the girl in the car next to them. Figuring I better head back I eventually turned around and started that way. As I approached a 24-hour unattended gas station I decided to fill up the tank on a whim. It was well lit, but no one was there. I turned off the motor, checked my hair and make-up, un-clicked my seat belt, opened the door, and slid a heeled leg outside the vehicle. Here I was again, outside the comfort of my house or the modest safety I felt from my car. I adjusted my shawl to be more modest, clicked in my heels a few steps to the back, slide my card, and started pumping. I was a nervous wreck wondering things like if I was standing girly enough, how I should be holding my arms, what in the world would I do if someone pulled in to get gas as well... No one did though and so I put the hose back, climbed in, and started back home.
I looked at myself a few times in the reflection of the car's windows or door panels. It felt so comfortable and the person looking back at me seemed very happy and at home. She wasn't the prettiest belle at the ball, but today, she was the bravest. Wonder when I'll run into her out and about again....