It's five months since Mini showed herself in public. So I was looking forward to an early morning jaunt. After a last minute panic about makeup (my partner helps herself), and two hours of preparation, I was on the Strassenbahn into central Vienna by 6:00 on a beautiful cold morning. Nothing too out of the ordinary to report. Other than everyone here tells me to smile in my photos. It feels strange (no stranger than dressing as a women, I hear you say). But since all but one of my teeth are now presentable, then ok. And here are the pictures to prove it (not sure I'm too keen on the shape of the hip pads, although I don't mind them showing as the skirt rides up):
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Only one interaction: my partner had asked me to pick up croissants on the way back. And if I was ever foolish enough to harbour thoughts of passing as a woman, the looooong fixed stare from the lady in the Baeckerei dispelled all doubt. I can't wait to see if she recognizes me next time I'm there.
As for my sore feet afterwards, my partner summed it up with, (it's not easy to be beautiful).
