Trapped In Womens ClothesA few years ago I had the pleasure of having a female friend that helped me with my crossdressing. She would help me with makeup and getting dressed. The best thing is, she would also house my wardrobe in a closet in her house. Thus limiting my chances of being discovered. One saturday morning I went over and she helped me dress. I was venturing out for a drive, to have a little fun as Jessica. Feeling free and safe I left my males clothes behind in the closet and said see you later. I spent a few hours out dressed and came back to change back to male. To my surprise my friends redneck ex-husband had parked his pickup truck outside. As he had come over to visit. (He wanted her back and was very jealous and violent) Well I left the area and had to decide what I was going to do till he left.
I started to drive around aimlessly and then realized I needed gas! So I found a deserted gas station and used my credit card at the pump and filled up. It was very scary but exciting. I decided to take a drive to the mall. When I arrived it was rather busy so I didn't want to get out of my car. But those two Pepsi's I drank while getting dressed were coming back to haunt me. I knew I had to go in to use the bathroom or pee myself. Before I went into the mall I called my friend and she said he would be there another 3 or 4 hours before going to work! Ahhhh!
Well I went into the Mall via a department store. I walked around searching and finally found the ladies room. I hesitated but went in. Fortunately no one was in there. I used the facilities and then fixed my makeup. I exited the ladies room and proceeded to go shopping.
I was getting very nervous about not being able to get my male clothes. I was thinking what if he stays all night! What will I do? Even though I was scared I was excited about being a real woman for a day. The more I walked around the more comfortable I got. I soon actually bought a blouse and spoke to the sales girl. I then ventured out in the mall and visited some other stores. I ignored the stares and smiled at friendly faces. My feet were starting to hurt. So I went into a little restaurant and sat down for lunch.
All in all I spent 8 or 9 hours dressed as Jessica. Even thought I was terrified I couldn't get my clothes back, it was a very exciting experience. It made me realize when you go out dressed 97% of the people don't care or even notice you. I became at ease with going out as Jessica.
Go out dressed and have fun. (Have a back up set of clothes in the trunk!)