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I said in my last post that I was due another outing, results thereof to be reported here. Only to fail to deliver. Well I did go out, but I've been so busy, I've not had time to write. How did it go? Well a bit mixed really, although hopefully interesting enough for a post. The outfit I've already mentioned; here it is:

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As I said, the dress is short and the heels, well pretty much hooker height. Actually, that dress I bought years ago and is the only item of women's wear I've ever tried on in the shop - the SA asked me to come back at a quieter time and even did the zip up for me! The jacket you've all seen before. I think they go together nicely.

The evening before, I sent the photo above to a girlfriend elsewhere in Austria with whom I often practice my German over Skype. I'm virtually certain she is in love with me, a situation I try not to abuse. And despite her knowledge of my proclivity towards frocks, she still describes me as "ein Mann durch und durch" (a man through and through). So there do exist women out there who understand it! Anyway, she is always willing to critique my look, so her "sieht super gut aus" was encouraging. The time was set again for early morning and the decision was made that I would wear a blutooth headset and she would share the excitement via Skype.

So, around 2:30am I rose, showered, dressed and called my friend. The dress is black and doesn't really require a tuck so - ahem - I decided to increase the naughtiness by going knickerless!!! I hope my readers don't think too badly of me for that. I descended in the lift and left by my, by now customary, route. However I straight away realised that I had pushed the boundary somewhat too far for comfort. The combination of a lot of leg on display, huge heels and the fact that it was early enough that the street denizens were mostly night revellers made me feel pretty vulnerable (although I can't deny the excitement either). I was also concerned about any encounter with the Polizei - although I had ID in my handbag just in case. I knew I wouldn't stay out long, which was a pity after all the effort. But it was nice to have my friend along and I felt honour bound to entertain her a little after waking her in the middle of the night.. I think she felt the stress/excitement vicariously. But she also said I'm kinky. I guess she's right.

Anyway, as I rounded a corner into a quieter side street, I heard a car pull up behind me (across the traffic lights, so I'm sure it was because of me). I continued walking away but kept hearing pssst - pssst - pssst from its occupant(s). I guess he/they might have thought I was a prostitute, possibly not even bothered that this extremely tall woman might be a man! My heart was beating like crazy and I think I rather got a taste of how women must feel when on the streets alone. But eventually I left him/them behind.

Well to cut a long story short, I somewhat curtailed my walk after that although, as always, I found time for a couple of photos. I was subsequently passed by quite a lot of the nicer Bohemian types who frequent that part of Wien, all but one of whom ignored me. The exception was a young woman whom I saw smile to herself. All the while I kept up a commentary to amuse my friend tucked up in her bed. Oh, and as I re-entered my apartment building, I ran into the same bunch of young people I mentioned here: https://www.crossdressers.com/forums...ill&highlight= , probably returning from the Donauinselfest. One of them even greeted me with a friendly servus.

So what did I learn from my adventure this time? Well I guess principally the extent of my own courage. I might try the outfit again but, if I do, it will most certainly be with more under the dress. But it was nevertheless an experience never to be missed or indeed forgotten. And those are the things which punctuate our lives for the better.

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