First time out was to a crossdressers social club at a Pride Centre. I was terrified of being seen. I was so scared that people in other cars would stare and point at me despite it being a dark autumn night. My knees were knocking together the entire drive. Once I sat down at the meeting I felt more comfortable, but I still worried that someone at the centre would recognize me. Sadly, I drove home with regret and shame, and never left my home for over a year. But the urge returned and I'm over it. I go out when I want and each time is as a more confident woman, accepting of who I am.
