What a wonderful rush, I felt like a pretty girl extremely vulnerable even though i haven't done anything to my head yet.
I wore a white front lacy camisole with a racerback bra
a cool strappy pair of panties from VS
AOE blue jean shorties with clean shaven legs
And to top it all off, my brand new Funtaisma white high heels. I must say shopping for heels on Amazon is tough being a size 14. My options were fairly limited and there were lots of things that were my 1st 2nd 3rd choice that they simply didn't have in my size.
I contemplated doing the walk for like 45 minutes and ultimately took the plunge.
Only 1 car drove past me (i was on a sidewalk) but there were lots of people out walking that night. It felt like a game of "don't get too close to people or they could comment on what a pretty sissy boy you are"
I didn't go far at all, Just the small loop I do for every new article of clothing i get to sort of break it in and get over the initial fear.
I might go for another walk as these rare chances of having the night to myself only come maybe 5 times a year.
Heels without a doubt add a massive element of fear and anxiety to public walking. When i wear flats I can jog a little if i want to cut a corner and avoid being seen by a car.
With heels, I have no choice but to embrace being seen.
And of course the best part was practicing the walk, which to my amazement, got very good at. I still have a few issues with a few steps applying too much pressure on the toe but I didn't fall AND i walked down 34 steps and walked up 34 steps in a motel like apartment complex. The anxiety of slowly walking down the apartment halls thinking "if my pretty neighbor decides to go out at this moment, i'm really in for it".
Why push myself to do this? Because I've lived my life pretending to be normal for far too long. I really want courage more than anything else. There are beautiful girls that i can't say a word to other than hello or something that is a scripted exchange related to my job. I want to live life like I was in a dream, ignorant of the consequences my fears like to shroud me in. within moral reason of course. I want to be very impressionable one day and change the way people think of crossdressers.
Course the ultimate challenge is to wear what i wore tonight to the mall and go shopping in VS. At that point, It's safe to say I would no longer be worried about "people getting the wrong idea". I will be the true sigma male i always wanted to be. A MIAD who owns it. Defeating fear with confidence.
But sadly i'm not sure i will ever reach that point...