I recently went on a fully en femme road trip to visit some if the places where I grew up. Back then I was a closet dresser because I was too scared to go out in public dressed as my true self. I grew up in a small Midwestern town, and it was always my dream to march down Main Street fully en femme. Well, I did that. They were having some sort of festival, and the downtown area was packed. I shopped at some of the booths, and had lunch at the restaurant where I used to wash dishes back in highschool. I also visited a couple of other towns where I'd lived after highschool and went shopping and out to dinner, all completely en femme. This is something I've always wished I had the courage to do years ago. And now I've done it.
I also had a new experience, that of checking in to a hotel en femme with my male drivers license and credit card. (Several times, in fact.) I had always assumed it would be a non-issue, and it was. But it's nice to know for sure.
So those demons have been exorcized. Now on to something else.
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