TracyH
07-31-2007, 08:43 PM
I'm sorry I haven't had the time to post here more regularly. I've been busy at my new job and then made the mistake of buying Guitar Hero last week.
However, this forum is about crossdressing and not about excuses. Unless they're excuses for why you're not crossdressing right now, but that's a different story. So I'm going to tell you all yet another one of my crossdressing stories. I went out today, and I decided to stretch my comfort zone a little. This is what I was dressed in:
http://img130.imageshack.us/img130/3066/medf5.th.jpg (http://img130.imageshack.us/my.php?image=medf5.jpg)
The top is from hot topic, the pants and boots from goodwill. The top is my girlfriend's, so it's a little big on me. I decided to wear this because it felt decidedly western, whereas I have sort of a goth/punk/deathmetal style. While I am loathe to change my style as a guy, when I crossdress I seem more ready to try new things. Also, you'll notice that I don't have any pads or breasts or wig. This is how I usually dress. It's easier and just feels right.
Well, my adventure started when I drove to the hospital. I was going to go to the mall, but after looking at the traffic on the freeway I realized that I would never get home. Once at the hospital I changed. I changed the top and tucked my pants into my boots, and my new look was complete.
If you read and remember my last thread, you'll know what's coming up next. Panic. But somehow I got out of the car before the panic started. For long, long minutes, I stood there in the parking garage frozen. And before a conscious thought could come to my head, my hand locked the door from the button on the keychain. OH GOD IVE LOCKED MYSELF OUT! No, you idiot, the keychain is in your hand, otherwise you couldn't have locked the doors at all. I really do have two voices in my head. One is the voice of panic and the other speaks in italics.
Start walking. Well, it's not like I could get back into the car, I was locked out, after all. I headed for the stairwell and opened the door. At the end of each set of stairs it had one of those curved mirrors so that you could see anyone coming. In other words, there's no chance of me getting out of this without being seen. I was on level E, and about level C I freaked out and jumped for the door. Then I caught myself and kept going. You're heading to the ground floor. Your boss is just as likely there as he is on level C. Actually, my boss wasn't anywhere, nor was my third grade teacher, my dog, or anyone else I didn't want to see me dressed.
Long story short, I made it out to the street. The plan was to walk out to the main street and around the block. I would come back and risk the elevator in order to get myself back up to the level my car was on. The sidewalk by the parking garage was a great warmup. There was hardly anyone there and those who were didn't seem to care about me. I walked up the driveway to the main street and a car honked at me. RUN! No, turn around and smile. WHAT! NO WAY! I turned and flashed a huge, toothy grin. I don't even know if the car was honking at me, but as the light turned green and traffic drove past me, I didn't get any cat calls, or even a slushee thrown at me.
On the main street I had to pass several people as well as a lot of cars that could see me. There was no reaction at all from anyone. I felt pretty good and realized these jeans are really tight. I put my hands on my butt and quickly removed them. It's not fair feeling yourself up if nobody else gets to. WHAT! PEOPLE WANT TO FEEL ME UP!? RUN! sigh. Just go back to the car.
I took the elevator this time. I thought I was home free when I pressed the call button and heard the elevator arrive, but for long seconds the doors sat there without opening. I was prepared for people coming out. I've already done that. However, what I wasn't prepared for was someone wanting to ride up with me. Dont. You. Dare. Run. I was never afraid of my own brain until that moment.
I stepped inside the elevator and so did the other guy. I pressed the button for E and he pressed F. I was a statue as the elevator started to ascend. Completely, eerily silent, we both rose, and I watched in the sort of polished metal door him watching my backside. I don't know if he was checking me out or what, but I just hoped to god he wouldn't murder me before I got to my floor.
Long story...er, short story even shorter, he didn't kill me for being a crossdresser, but I think he checked out my butt as the doors opened and I walked out. I'm very proud of myself for that sentence, I walked out. Instead of ran screaming.
I know what you're all thinking: If it's so stressful, then why do you do it? And to that question, I give the ultimate answer: I don't know.
However, this forum is about crossdressing and not about excuses. Unless they're excuses for why you're not crossdressing right now, but that's a different story. So I'm going to tell you all yet another one of my crossdressing stories. I went out today, and I decided to stretch my comfort zone a little. This is what I was dressed in:
http://img130.imageshack.us/img130/3066/medf5.th.jpg (http://img130.imageshack.us/my.php?image=medf5.jpg)
The top is from hot topic, the pants and boots from goodwill. The top is my girlfriend's, so it's a little big on me. I decided to wear this because it felt decidedly western, whereas I have sort of a goth/punk/deathmetal style. While I am loathe to change my style as a guy, when I crossdress I seem more ready to try new things. Also, you'll notice that I don't have any pads or breasts or wig. This is how I usually dress. It's easier and just feels right.
Well, my adventure started when I drove to the hospital. I was going to go to the mall, but after looking at the traffic on the freeway I realized that I would never get home. Once at the hospital I changed. I changed the top and tucked my pants into my boots, and my new look was complete.
If you read and remember my last thread, you'll know what's coming up next. Panic. But somehow I got out of the car before the panic started. For long, long minutes, I stood there in the parking garage frozen. And before a conscious thought could come to my head, my hand locked the door from the button on the keychain. OH GOD IVE LOCKED MYSELF OUT! No, you idiot, the keychain is in your hand, otherwise you couldn't have locked the doors at all. I really do have two voices in my head. One is the voice of panic and the other speaks in italics.
Start walking. Well, it's not like I could get back into the car, I was locked out, after all. I headed for the stairwell and opened the door. At the end of each set of stairs it had one of those curved mirrors so that you could see anyone coming. In other words, there's no chance of me getting out of this without being seen. I was on level E, and about level C I freaked out and jumped for the door. Then I caught myself and kept going. You're heading to the ground floor. Your boss is just as likely there as he is on level C. Actually, my boss wasn't anywhere, nor was my third grade teacher, my dog, or anyone else I didn't want to see me dressed.
Long story short, I made it out to the street. The plan was to walk out to the main street and around the block. I would come back and risk the elevator in order to get myself back up to the level my car was on. The sidewalk by the parking garage was a great warmup. There was hardly anyone there and those who were didn't seem to care about me. I walked up the driveway to the main street and a car honked at me. RUN! No, turn around and smile. WHAT! NO WAY! I turned and flashed a huge, toothy grin. I don't even know if the car was honking at me, but as the light turned green and traffic drove past me, I didn't get any cat calls, or even a slushee thrown at me.
On the main street I had to pass several people as well as a lot of cars that could see me. There was no reaction at all from anyone. I felt pretty good and realized these jeans are really tight. I put my hands on my butt and quickly removed them. It's not fair feeling yourself up if nobody else gets to. WHAT! PEOPLE WANT TO FEEL ME UP!? RUN! sigh. Just go back to the car.
I took the elevator this time. I thought I was home free when I pressed the call button and heard the elevator arrive, but for long seconds the doors sat there without opening. I was prepared for people coming out. I've already done that. However, what I wasn't prepared for was someone wanting to ride up with me. Dont. You. Dare. Run. I was never afraid of my own brain until that moment.
I stepped inside the elevator and so did the other guy. I pressed the button for E and he pressed F. I was a statue as the elevator started to ascend. Completely, eerily silent, we both rose, and I watched in the sort of polished metal door him watching my backside. I don't know if he was checking me out or what, but I just hoped to god he wouldn't murder me before I got to my floor.
Long story...er, short story even shorter, he didn't kill me for being a crossdresser, but I think he checked out my butt as the doors opened and I walked out. I'm very proud of myself for that sentence, I walked out. Instead of ran screaming.
I know what you're all thinking: If it's so stressful, then why do you do it? And to that question, I give the ultimate answer: I don't know.