I started going out dressed when I was 15. Just to the mall in the summer, and dressing when I got there. I was always careful, and never had anyone call me out as a crossdress; at least, not that I know of. There were a few older women at this one store that would give me a knowing look and smile, but that was it. I'd dress in the men's room, sneak out, store my stuff in a locker, then window shop. When I was ready to leave, I'd just get my clothes, sneak back in, and dress.
Anyone ever wonder why in the hell malls put their restrooms in out of the way areas? True, it helped when I wanted to sneak in and out, but it doesn't help when I got grabbed by this guy. I'm pretty small and petite, and he got me into a bear hug, clapped a hand over my mouth, and was well on his way to dragging me to a custodian's closet. He knew I was a CD because of what he was saying and he had torn away most of my panties and was groping me.
I took a major chance and went limp. When he tried to get a better grip on me, I broke away, grabbed my bag (dropped in the hall) and ran outside thru a fire escape door. Sure, the alarm rang, but I didn't stop. I went into the woods and changed there.
The next day, I told everyone in school about a "friend" of mine that was attacked at the mall, and that they should be careful using the restrooms.
I'm certain to this day that had he gotten me to that closet, I'd have been raped.
