Yesterday I ventured beyond the confines of my home en femme for the first time ever. OK so I didn’t get out of the car and was only out for half an hour but it was a step in the right direction.
Earlier in the day my wife and I had been out shopping and we bought Michelle (as the wife calls me) two new skirts and tops. Then we walked past a wig shop and ended up with a new wig too. Upon leaving the mall the wife says she needs to go to another store near home. This isn’t a clothes shop and she normally spends an hour at least in there. She saw the look on my face and said she could tell that I was itching to get home and try on my new stuff. So she suggested that I drop her off and come back for her later. This I readily agreed to.
At home I wasted no time trying on the clothes and wig. I was already in appropriate underwear so I just needed to apply some make-up and jewellery to appreciate the full effect of the new ensembles. I liked what I saw in the mirror.
Then the phone rang and it was the missus asking to be picked up. I said it would take a little time to undress and remove the make-up … or should I just come as I am - It’s dark and no-one will see. She said OK but I could tell she was a little wary.
So I got in the car, opened the garage door and experienced the oddness of driving in heels. The wife was 15 minutes away. When I got there her first comment was to complement the top I was wearing. She wasn’t too sure in the shop and I am not yet trying on clothes in stores but she said it looked good on me. The drive back was uneventful although I got a little nervous when a police car pulled alongside, but then I thought I’m doing nothing wrong, what’s there to be worried about?
At home the missus took some pictures which I may post later.
Next step – getting out of the car. I am 6 foot 7 inches though so there is not much of an illusion. The next step may never happen
Originally Posted by Davina99
My name is Carol.
