I loved the freedom that my new flat gave me!
I used to dress up pretty much most of the time, experimenting with different looks, shaving my legs and tenderly exploring my feminine side more and more.
My first experience of going out 'dressed' came at about aged 18. I remember how my heart pounded as I left the safety of my flat. Everything was going well until i was getting home and a group of teenagers spotted me and knew immediately i wasn't a girl! They started shouting all kinds of hurtful names and I was sure they were going to come after me to beat me up!... luckily they didn't, but I was really scared, humiliated and embarrassed at the time. I had pushed that memory so far back that I only remembered it as i have been typing this new blog.
Funnily enough, my second time out dressed was even more of a disaster! I was that scared of trying going out again that I really had to pluck up the courage to try it again and to make sure I went through with it, I posted my key as I left the flat so that I had to go and walk and get the pre-hidden spare key I had hidden some way away.
As I turned a corner, I was dragged into the back of a police van and accused of being a 'tranny prostitute'!!! Oh the shame of it all! I can laugh now looking back, but at the time I just wanted to die!. He wouldn't believe my defense and told me that he'd be watching out for me and let me off with a warning!
My love live was up and down, mainly due to my crossdressing. When it wasn't summer, I would shave my legs and was too frightened of all my friends finding i was a tranny. It wasn't until I moved away in my early 20's that I became comfortable to start telling my girlfriends and I was usually met with negative responses. There were some girls that liked it, but they were in the minority.
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