I went this past weekend to a classic car show wearing women's skinny jeans, my 3" heeled combat boots, a black sheer short sleeve blouse with a black lace camisole under it. No breast forms, no hip and butt pads, no wig, and no make-up. I was underdressed with some panty hose, and of course a black panty as well. I got up early to catch the train to Stuttgart. I didn't notice anyone starring or overhear anyone saying anything about that man wearing those clothes. By the time I got to the hall where the show was being held, I had completely forgotten I was dressed. I started several conversations with others as we stood side by side looking at the cars. Not one person seemed concerned. I was looking at some paintings of some older Porsche race cars when a attractive young lady (maybe in her late 30"s) approached me and asked what did I think of the painting? I replied that I thought the artist was very good and I liked the colors that was used. The car in the painting was done in light blues, pinks, and grays when in reality it was silver, red, and blue. She said "thank you". So I was talking to the artist. She then asked if I had seen her work before. I said "no, but then I didn't go to that many shows". She then said that I should go more often and that I was the best dressed man she has seen at the show. Only then did I remember that I was wearing boots with heels, and a camisole with a sheer top. She then asked if I ever wore skirts. I told her that "yes, I did". She then said she would be at Nurburgring next month and for me to stop by but wearing the skirt. I told her I would try and thanks for the compliment. Needless to say I was feeling pretty good and confident. When I left and I was boarding the train I heard a women say something to her husband. Not sure if I heard it correctly as it was in German, but I think she said, "see he is doing it!"
Originally Posted by Martha B
, That was a cute story, Most people are so wrapped up in their own little world to really notice others,
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