I When I First Dressed As a Girl
It wasn't my first time to go out dressed, but another post triggered this memory.
I used to love to be away from the office for the day. Once safely out of town I would pull into a safe spot and carefully remove my undershorts and slide into a pair of panties. I'd typically keep my panties on throughout the day.
One day after a good appointment, I got the itch to dress fully for the ride home. Again, I found a good secluded spot well off the main highway and began to transition. I felt daring that afternoon for some reason, and went all out: bra with forms, women's jeans, top, pantyhose, flats, a little jewelry and make-up. I decided not to do my eyes because I didn't want the hassle of removing mascara, eye shadow, liner, etc., before getting home. So I just kept my sunglasses on, and on I went.
I'm ultra narcissistic as a girl, and couldn't stop looking at the cutie in the rear view mirror. My only problem was that my sweet tea had cycled through me and it was time to pee! The sane thing to do was find another safe spot and use a tree. Not me. I was ready for fun.
It was about 3p as I came upon a Hardees. The parking lot was close to empty and my excitement level was sky-high! I checked my look in the mirror and went in (sunglasses on). I made a beeline to the ladies room, and to my relief, it was empty. I sat down, relieved myself, then took my time washing my hands. Feeling the need for something to happen, I went to the counter and ordered a coke from an cute african-american girl. I could tell she "knew," but must have thought I was cute so she stayed cool and rung up my order.
It wasn't much. But it was all I wanted: A toilet, a chance to be a girl in public, and a mid-afternoon Coke. Life was good!
I used to love to be away from the office for the day. Once safely out of town I would pull into a safe spot and carefully remove my undershorts and slide into a pair of panties. I'd typically keep my panties on throughout the day.
One day after a good appointment, I got the itch to dress fully for the ride home. Again, I found a good secluded spot well off the main highway and began to transition. I felt daring that afternoon for some reason, and went all out: bra with forms, women's jeans, top, pantyhose, flats, a little jewelry and make-up. I decided not to do my eyes because I didn't want the hassle of removing mascara, eye shadow, liner, etc., before getting home. So I just kept my sunglasses on, and on I went.
I'm ultra narcissistic as a girl, and couldn't stop looking at the cutie in the rear view mirror. My only problem was that my sweet tea had cycled through me and it was time to pee! The sane thing to do was find another safe spot and use a tree. Not me. I was ready for fun.
It was about 3p as I came upon a Hardees. The parking lot was close to empty and my excitement level was sky-high! I checked my look in the mirror and went in (sunglasses on). I made a beeline to the ladies room, and to my relief, it was empty. I sat down, relieved myself, then took my time washing my hands. Feeling the need for something to happen, I went to the counter and ordered a coke from an cute african-american girl. I could tell she "knew," but must have thought I was cute so she stayed cool and rung up my order.
It wasn't much. But it was all I wanted: A toilet, a chance to be a girl in public, and a mid-afternoon Coke. Life was good!
By:
kimthomas2013
Age:
41-45
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Male
