For the last while I've had an incredible urge to go out of the house dressed as Michelle. I'm in the closet but my wife and I are empty nesters and quite often work opposite schedules.
Last night I took my first baby step. My wife was working until midnight. I was home alone. It was very dark outside. I was dressed with a bit of lipstick, mascara and eyeliner on and could no longer resist the urge to go out. I grabbed my keys, phone, and wallet and put them in an old black leather purse that my wife hasn't used in a couple of years; I walked out the front door onto the closed in front porch; no one around; I opened the porch door, walked down the front steps, across the driveway and into my car. From there I drove around the city's backstreets for about a half an hour. Wow! I can't describe the feeling other than to say that it was a rush. There's no way that I could "pass" at this point. I felt pretty confident driving around though.
................Just the beginning.
Below is what I was wearing:
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