Well, last night I was dressed in a pair of brown skorts, a white peasant blouse, sandals, intimates, makeup, gold nail polish on hands and feet, and red wig.
After sitting around the house for a little while, I decided to try to go out. There is a bar about half hour from my house that is a gay/TG/CD bar that I thought might be a good start. So I grabbed a small purse, jumped in the vehicle and drove over. Of course, the one night I am trying to be somewhat inconspicuous I hit almost every red light on the way.
It took a few extra minutes to get there as I made a wrong turn. Once I got there and pulled in the parking lot, the furthest slot away from the door, my heart started racing. I sat there in the car for a good 10 minutes collecting the courage to go in. I finally grab my purse and climb out of the vehicle and head toward th door.
Once my hand touched the doorknob, I froze. I walked back and forth between the door and my car before getting back in the car. This happened a couple of times before I had the nerve to sit down on a bench outside the door for a cig. I sat there for about 10 minutes and headed back to the car. Another 15 minutes in the car and I ended up just going home.
Even though I never ended up inside, this was a huge step forward for me. I've never spent that kind of time outside of the house dressed to that level.
It was sooo exciting. I'm looking forward for another attempt soon.