Patience
08-26-2018, 11:30 PM
Today was the fifth time I went out dressed and the first time I left home more dressed than not (more on that in a minute).
I share a house with someone who does not know I dress. I haven't gone out of my way to share this fact, but I don't totally hide it, either. For example, I don't hide the fact I paint my nails.
Anyway, today, I left home wearing a light purple Woman Within top and a bra, along with a pair of leggings. These items were covered by a hoodie and gym pants. As soon as I had driven off, I found a quiet place where I took off my hoodie and put on my skirt. I drove to the Goodwill I usually visit early on Sundays. I've been dressed there twice already.
Before getting out of the car, I put on my shoes. They're the ones you see in my avatar. I hadn't worn them out since I bought them. I barely put my foot on the ground and the sole came loose! I had to fall back on the slippers I was wearing when I left the house. Still, it was great I had a backup.
I picked up a nice Calvin Klein top and a dress and went to my weekend DJ gig. The venue where this happens is pretty secluded, so there aren't that many people around other that the DJ that precedes me, and he is aware that I dress.
After my gig, I went to my favorite art store, but instead of going my usual route, I let myself be guided by a phone map directions app. This made me drive through parts of town where I'd never been dressed in female attire before and it was a fun experience.
About the art store, I used to buy a lot more stuff there, but since coming out, it's also become a place where I hang out dressed. After my shopping was done, I arrived at the checkout, which is arranged as a single line for multiple cashiers, the "next available cashier" seemed to act like she couldn't see me for the better part of a minute. Another cashier who was there and knows me actually stared at her quizzically, as did I. Eventually she did relent and accept to take my money. "I'm sorry I interrupted your daydream", I said. She answered nothing. The struggle continues.
From there, I went to my yoga studio, where one of the teachers complimented me on my outfit. After the class, I took a shower, got back into my guy clothes and went home.
So, all in all, it was a good day out. It had a couple of rough spots, but I think I worked around them well. Thanks for reading.
I share a house with someone who does not know I dress. I haven't gone out of my way to share this fact, but I don't totally hide it, either. For example, I don't hide the fact I paint my nails.
Anyway, today, I left home wearing a light purple Woman Within top and a bra, along with a pair of leggings. These items were covered by a hoodie and gym pants. As soon as I had driven off, I found a quiet place where I took off my hoodie and put on my skirt. I drove to the Goodwill I usually visit early on Sundays. I've been dressed there twice already.
Before getting out of the car, I put on my shoes. They're the ones you see in my avatar. I hadn't worn them out since I bought them. I barely put my foot on the ground and the sole came loose! I had to fall back on the slippers I was wearing when I left the house. Still, it was great I had a backup.
I picked up a nice Calvin Klein top and a dress and went to my weekend DJ gig. The venue where this happens is pretty secluded, so there aren't that many people around other that the DJ that precedes me, and he is aware that I dress.
After my gig, I went to my favorite art store, but instead of going my usual route, I let myself be guided by a phone map directions app. This made me drive through parts of town where I'd never been dressed in female attire before and it was a fun experience.
About the art store, I used to buy a lot more stuff there, but since coming out, it's also become a place where I hang out dressed. After my shopping was done, I arrived at the checkout, which is arranged as a single line for multiple cashiers, the "next available cashier" seemed to act like she couldn't see me for the better part of a minute. Another cashier who was there and knows me actually stared at her quizzically, as did I. Eventually she did relent and accept to take my money. "I'm sorry I interrupted your daydream", I said. She answered nothing. The struggle continues.
From there, I went to my yoga studio, where one of the teachers complimented me on my outfit. After the class, I took a shower, got back into my guy clothes and went home.
So, all in all, it was a good day out. It had a couple of rough spots, but I think I worked around them well. Thanks for reading.