Sunday I was headed out to a local meetup group for a clothing swap. This is one of the few places I go out en femme alone, in a predominantly straight public environment. Even though there can be as many as 200 attendees, mostly GGs, I’ve always very felt very comfortable attending. One of the organizers is TS and one of the others has a TG son. They are always very welcoming of me and the few other CDs who attend. And none of the GGs seem to have any problems with us attending.
So, after my wife left for church, I got underdressed so it would be easier getting fully dressed in the car. I was wearing GV Amanda jeans that were a totally unremarkable “stealth” blue without any bling or other distinguishing marks except for the GV swan that was largely hidden. I wore a girl’s belt with pink flowers on it. Under the jeans I was wearing a pair of Jockey Elance cotton high cut panties and two padded butt panties to give me a reasonable booty.
I wore a dark pink long sleeve T-Shirt with a scoop neck over a formed bra. Over the T-shirt I wore a black hoodie to hide the T-shirt, bra and belt. I wore a men’s long (to the bottom of my butt) winter jacket over everything. Since the girl jeans were the only thing showing, I thought I did a pretty good job of dressing in “stealth” mode. I was proven to be totally wrong on that count.
My plan was to go to KFC and pick up some chicken wings as my “pot luck” contribution and then go to the meetup where I would take off my hoodie, insert my forms, put on my wig, change into my pink girly shoes, put on my jewelry and get my purse. I intended to put my makeup on in the ladies room, which always has some level of excitement because the meetup is held at a county public room, where the local police station is located.
Anyhow, everything was going according to plan, except that I got to KFC 15 minutes before they opened. To avoid wasting any time while I was out, I decided to see if there was anything interesting at the local Kmart, and therein was my big mistake. As I was getting ready to leave, my wife was just arriving and she spotted me immediately. My girl jeans were immediately obvious to her, even at 20 paces. And there wasn’t even plausible deniability because I neglected to take off the sticky size 10 label and the sticky Amanda brand label. Well, there wasn’t much she could say in public, but I fully expected a severe tongue lashing when I got home. And I wasn’t disappointed; she really tore into me when I got home.
The rest of the day went as planned. Plus I got some nice comments from the girls. K., the organizer, gave me a big hug when she saw me. A girl commented how well put together I was how everything matched. Another girl asked me what I was doing looking for clothes at the large size table. I pointed to my shoulders and said, “Big shoulders” and then pointed to my C cup breasts and said, “And these”. Then I proudly pointed to my jeans and said, “But these are a size 10.” She said the she would have guessed a size 8. That made my day.
Anyhow, picked up some nice clothes, changed back to boy mode in the men’s room, and went home for my tongue lashing.