I've written here before about having bought myself a season subscription to a local theater. The first play opened Friday night, and I went there. This was the first time I've ever had the courage to take public transportation en femme, and it went well. I had been afraid I might run into some transphobe on the subway, but -- as I well know, intellectually -- no one was on the train looking for crossdressers, and I was comfortable enough both from a safety perspective and dealing with the novelty of being out in public that I was able to read my Kindle going and coming without being distracted.
This was also the first time that I've dressed up while my wife was home and knowing that I was dressing up. We discussed it beforehand, and I agreed to IM her when I was ready to leave so she could go to another room away from the route to the garage. (She doesn't want to see me dressed up.) That worked well enough, except that she messaged me around 11 that she was going to bed, and when I arrived at home, she was in the kitchen getting hot chocolate -- so she got a full dose of Nancy.
At the theater, I had no worries about mixing with the other patrons. I had ordered my ticket under the name Nancy ____, and I had the receipt on my phone just in case, but I didn't need it. Using the ladies' restroom wasn't as nerve-wracking as it had been in March, partly because I waited until the traffic seemed to have died down during the intermission, and so I didn't have to stand in line like last time. I had several occasions when I needed to speak, and my attempt at a female voice didn't seem to raise any eyebrows.
I learned from this outing that I need to do a better job of prepping my wig. I spent over an hour getting it ready, and I didn't get downtown in time to have dinner. As it was a rainy night, I didn't want to get it afterward and ended up with a burger from a McDonald's drive-thru.
All in all, though, it was a pretty good excursion. My next show is in November, and I can't wait!