Memory Lane, The first time out in public

[Lovely Rita]

I was fifteen at the time. I was living with an older girl who was eighteen, it was the early seventies so I had a shag hair cut and having hair down to my waiste was not unusual for boys at that time. I remember grappling for months with myself about doing it and finally I drummed up enough courage. My girl friend was working and it was around noon.

I clearly remember what I wore. I had a blouse and mini skirt set with a blue and purple floral design, and I mean mini, quite nice and very sexy. I put on white tights and platform shoes that were very in at the time. I put on my make up. It was autumn so I had to wear a coat it was grey with hood. I kept it unzippered. The excitement was overwhelming. I was very confident I could pass. I went out the apartment door and down three flights of stairs. No neighbors in sight. Whoo that was good fortune. Through the vestibule and out on the street. I was living on Manhattan's upper west side.

I started crossing the street while an older gentlemen was just eying my legs and did not take his eyes away and right at that moment my ankle gave way to a mistep on my part. I stumbled but regained my composure immediately. I made my way down Columbus avenue and turned the corner of the Museum of Natural History up towards Central Park. Oh oh on the corner there were these construction men and I planned to walk right by them. The whistling started and one of them walked right beside me accusing me of acting like I did not remember him. "Come on don't act like you don't remember me", I just looked straight ahead and ignored him and finally he left me alone. I guess I passed on that one.
At the corner an older guy gave me the once over and said good afternoon. He smiled at me and offered to give me a lift. I politely smiled and shook my head no. I dare not speak.
I crossed the street and went into the park, not too bright as I think back in retrospect but youth does some pretty dumb things. I was thrilled to feel the cool autumn breeze caresse my legs through the white hosiery and up my skirt. Exhiliration, excitement, fear, extasy, all these feelings happening at the same time. I picked a spot and sat on a park bench. Pulled out a dime store novel that I pretended to read while all the while taking in this amazing experience. Time to move on. I started walking back towards my apartment which was about three or four blocks aways. I pass this guy who looks like a line backer for the Giants. He has his eyes all over me as we pass each other by. I keep walking and some thing tells me to turn around and sure enough he is following me. Now I am scarred silly. I pick up the pace and head for the building. Look back again and there he is. I know something is up why would he change course. We were walking in opposite directions and now he is right behind me. I better move faster. I get to my street head towards the front door, look back and he is gone.
Whoa that was scarry. I get in the building into my apartment and mission accomplished.
That was my first time out and I will never forget it and sorry for the length of it.

Thanks for letting me share it with you my dear friends.

[Christine Kelly]

I love this story! Very nice. Thank you.

[Jasmine Ellis]

I think no one forgets there fist outing. Nevousness and excitment rolled into one.......I guess you could say bloody pretty good

[Eugenie]

My first time "going out" was to visit some "sisters " at CDI-NY last year.

While I tremendously enjoyed meeting all these great girls in Manhattan, the short moments out in the streets were just too unconfortable for me... This has sort of cooled down my urge to go out "en femme" in the street.

I enjoy meeting sisters at private parties and even meeting some of my friends whom I've come out to, but I go in drab and change at their places.

I remember too much the stress I feelt going out the first time. Perhaps it was because I was alone in the street. I should try again, but this time I will certainly not go alone again...
:hugs:
Eugenie

[windycissy]

Wow, it's gonna be hard to top your experience! Mine was much tamer, I went to the Hyatt Regency on Michigan Avenue and ordered a glass of white wine in the lobby bar, then I wandered around the hotel for a while before returning home a nervous wreck. I remember buying a magazine in the hotel gift shop and getting "Ma'am"ed which was such a thrill....

You were lucky to get started so young, with your long hair you must have been a doll. Fashions were much cooler then too - miniskirts and tights! Wish I could wear them now....

[Kristen Kelly]

For years I would wait for Halloween and would be out the night before as well as Halloween night, went to bar parties had a blast. Last Halloween was the same for me the difference was after I stepped out then I felt a difference I had begun to accept myself, sitting here now doing my nails getting ready to go out with a group of girls from here, to dinner and a club in NYC tonight, could never go back in the closet, happy with myself.

[Janelle Young]

Great story, thank you for sharing. When I have my first time out I will be sure to share.

[Tiffany 1953]

I had my long hair done by a GG and we went out to a lesbian bar in Monroe Louisiana. We met her girlfriend (very masculin in dress) and we all danced. I was hit on by an intoxicated male that was insistant that he check me out under my dress. He ruined what was otherwise a fantasic experiance. We went to The Waffle House later with all the bright lights and that made me nurvous but that was my first real public outting. The three of us girls.