So last Tuesday, I was driving home from a business trip. I was in male mode, except I was wearing my GAP chick jeans. In addition to my guy stuff, I also took some of my CD stuff. I’m not sure why, but that morning I also decided to throw on a pair of Delta Burke bikini panties and my favorite pair of Hanes pantyhose for the trip home. I was wearing my drab dress shoes and men’s polo. I very rarely get the courge to go out in public, but when I saw a shopping mall and thought it would be fun to take a walk. It was the middle of the afternoon, and I thought, “What the heck?” So I pulled into the parking lot and grabbed my favorite 3.5” Mary Jane’s out and slipped them on. Ahhh….. I thought, now that’s nice! I parked out in the back 40, and began my walk to the mall entrance. Then I chickened out. I started half way back then thought WTF? So I turned back and walked to the mall. My heart was pounding! But I did it! As I walked on the polished marble floor, my heels made the clicking sound which was music to my ears. As I became more comfortable I went into stores. I even went to Kohl’s and tried on a cute pair of high heeled oxfords. By this time my confidence was pretty high. But the heart was still pumping pretty good. I eventually went into more stores then made my way back to the car. As I was driving out of the parking lot, I saw another department store. So after being charged up from the first expierence, I decided to try a higher heel. This time it was a pair of double strap T-straps with a 4” stiletto heel. I walked into the store and made my way back to the shoe section. There was a little girl doing cartwheels. My shoes made the distinctive clicking sound and I think that caught her attention. She looked at me and smiled, then said to her mom, “Mommy, that man is wearing high heels.” The two of them meandered away from the shoe section. I however chuckled and browsed a little longer before I left. As I was driving away, I thought, Gee, that was fun! My mind repeated “Mommy, that man is wearing high heels.” Hah, someone noticed and I was not mortified. I survived. It was no big deal. Now I have the courage to go out in full CD. I also feel much more confident walking in heels on highly polished floors. That is a whole different animal compared to concrete, wood and carpeted floors.
I want to thank all of you for reinforcing the notion that what we do is not dangerous or wrong. It’s just plain fun!
Cheers!
BTW, how does one add pictures to this site?