Beginner-level public en-femme: The After-Dark Errand Run

[AndieB]

I remember how scary and thrilling it was to go out the first time or two. I sat in front of a restaurant once for an hour fighting my own fear, and that was in some distant town.

Now I just go out and do all of my shopping and dining and errands dressed however I feel most me and don't even flnch anymore.

That's awesome. Was it just a mental block sort of thing at first that went away after the first time out dressed? Or was it something that told you not to care anymore?

I worry about clamming up and getting nervous to the point where the male side of me becomes too obvious.