Today I got dressed, ALL feminine clothing (sandles, panties, skort, blouse, bra, breast forms), and drove to the post office to mail some letters (typical first trip).
No wig or makeup, but I had not intended to get out of the truck anyway.
Went well (no arrest, no tar-and-feathers, etc.).
Almost panicked when I opened the garage door to walk to the truck when I saw someone picking through the neighbor's (the house behind ours) trash (not grabage).
It was an oriental "grandfather" that I believe belongs to an oriental couple from down the street (i.e., the couple have small children, and I believe the father's or mother's father is living with them).
He waved without looking up (I believe he is of an age that never threw away "useful" stuff, and is checking the trash to see if there is anything he can use).
I am sure that this is just the first of many trips (now I need a wig and makeup).