The very first time that I went out was many years ago while still a teenager. The first time was a dress and heels in my neighborhood at 3 am, where I would just go outside and enjoy being myself. Walking around the blocks (Lived in the city) was something amazing, and if a car came by I was always afraid and ducked and hid. I also dressed with just forms and undergarments with a sweatshirt and jeans on, wearing purple leather pumps and going to the stores by bus and train back in the early 1980s with no one saying anything or issues. Guess I was lucky....