Ruth
04-13-2007, 02:34 PM
I’ve not been on this forum very long, but reading all of your posts about going out in public has totally inspired me, and made me believe that what I thought previously to be an enormous and daunting step was really possible.
So yesterday I did it. I decided to travel to a neighbouring town to avoid meeting anybody I know – it’s a small town where I live. I had to leave the house discreetly because the neighbours were out working in the yard and they don’t know about me. I wore my underwear, a slip and pantyhose under a sweatshirt top and tracksuit pants, and took my other stuff in a rucksack.
I drove to a fairly quiet pull-off on the road and pulled off the sweat top and pants, pulled on my dress, and did my wig, make-up, lipstick and ear-rings – and a spray of perfume for luck!
I can’t drive in heels so I kept my guy shoes on. It was great driving en femme (first time I’ve done it), but of course nobody on the road really notices you.
I parked in the public car park next to the shopping centre, put on my heels, a linen jacket, shoulder bag, and ventured out.
I was wearing a dark blue cotton print, button-through, calf-length dress, with dark sheer pantyhose and low heel black court shoes – plus the blue linen jacket. I had grown my nails long specially and had a discreet pink nail colour on, roughly toning with my lipstick.
That first walk across the car park was utterly exhilarating – the click click sound of heels on tarmac, the swish of dress and slip against nylon-clad legs – and the consciousness that I was out there, everybody could see me – but nobody gave me a second look!
I walked around the shopping centre for about an hour and a half, went in a lot of shops, bought lingerie in two different shops and nail colour in another.
After about an hour and a half my feet were hurting so I decided to call it a day. It was with some regret that I got back in the car and did the outward trip in reverse, as it were, ending up back at home in my track top and pants.
There’s been a lot of talk here about passing, and honestly I don’t know how well I was passing. I just know nobody challenged me, in the shops the SAs treated me exactly the same as all the other customers, and I got very few curious stares.
I’m fairly sure a few people were looking and doing some thinking about what I might be. I don’t fool myself that I make a very attractive woman, so they might have just been feeling sorry for me. Anyway, when I registered one of these ‘lookers’, I avoided eye contact and went briskly on my way.
FWIW, my wife reckons I look surprisingly womanly en femme, and though I don’t look that good in photos, it may be something in the body language.
In all, it was a marvellous, liberating experience, and one that I shall want to repeat. A big thank you to all here for making me believe I could do it!
All best wishes,
Ruth
So yesterday I did it. I decided to travel to a neighbouring town to avoid meeting anybody I know – it’s a small town where I live. I had to leave the house discreetly because the neighbours were out working in the yard and they don’t know about me. I wore my underwear, a slip and pantyhose under a sweatshirt top and tracksuit pants, and took my other stuff in a rucksack.
I drove to a fairly quiet pull-off on the road and pulled off the sweat top and pants, pulled on my dress, and did my wig, make-up, lipstick and ear-rings – and a spray of perfume for luck!
I can’t drive in heels so I kept my guy shoes on. It was great driving en femme (first time I’ve done it), but of course nobody on the road really notices you.
I parked in the public car park next to the shopping centre, put on my heels, a linen jacket, shoulder bag, and ventured out.
I was wearing a dark blue cotton print, button-through, calf-length dress, with dark sheer pantyhose and low heel black court shoes – plus the blue linen jacket. I had grown my nails long specially and had a discreet pink nail colour on, roughly toning with my lipstick.
That first walk across the car park was utterly exhilarating – the click click sound of heels on tarmac, the swish of dress and slip against nylon-clad legs – and the consciousness that I was out there, everybody could see me – but nobody gave me a second look!
I walked around the shopping centre for about an hour and a half, went in a lot of shops, bought lingerie in two different shops and nail colour in another.
After about an hour and a half my feet were hurting so I decided to call it a day. It was with some regret that I got back in the car and did the outward trip in reverse, as it were, ending up back at home in my track top and pants.
There’s been a lot of talk here about passing, and honestly I don’t know how well I was passing. I just know nobody challenged me, in the shops the SAs treated me exactly the same as all the other customers, and I got very few curious stares.
I’m fairly sure a few people were looking and doing some thinking about what I might be. I don’t fool myself that I make a very attractive woman, so they might have just been feeling sorry for me. Anyway, when I registered one of these ‘lookers’, I avoided eye contact and went briskly on my way.
FWIW, my wife reckons I look surprisingly womanly en femme, and though I don’t look that good in photos, it may be something in the body language.
In all, it was a marvellous, liberating experience, and one that I shall want to repeat. A big thank you to all here for making me believe I could do it!
All best wishes,
Ruth