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By *mma_j_cd OP TV/TS
over a year ago
chester |
I had arranged for a meet at 11. As agreed I drove to the hotel, dressed as requested in male clothes with my heels skirt and makeup in my bag but my white blouse, red basque and matching thong and black lace top stockings under my male clothes. I entered the hotel reception area and texted my meet as agreed. I waited and waited and no reply text arrived, I texted again and got that feeling that he was messing me about. Still no reply. I rang the number and I got the number unobtainable tone. Yes, I had been set up. Instead of feeling angry I just felt so sorry for the pathetic little creature, well at least I hadn’t driven too far. I left the hotel and returned to my car. I sat for a while, then, I decided that I would turn the bad experience into something a hell of lot more positive. I drove for a short while and turned off into a derelict factory car park where it was nice and quiet. I put my hair and makeup on and slipped out of my trousers and into my tartan mini skirt. I looked at the face in the mirror and although not convincing I felt good. The plan I had, was now well under way. I slipped on my heels and got out of the car and straightened my skirt and blouse returned to my car and drove off towards the motorway, my destination was the nearby motorway service station. Very soon I was pulling into the services and heading for the car park. I parked at the far side of the car park and took a deep breath. I opened the car door and the chill wind hit me. I took my coat from the car and put it on and with a deep breath turned and walked across the car park towards the service station. My only previous experience of being out dressed was a week ago when I went for a short walk (the account of this is on stories and fantasies “my first time out dressed”) but this was taking things to the next level. The services were quite busy as I made my way across the car park, the sound of my heels on the tarmac and the wind blowing my hair didn’t deter me from my goal. Proudly I walked into the service station. I looked around and I couldn’t believe just how busy the place was, but I kept my nerve and walked across the hall to the retail outlet. I could see one or two people look as I went past. I felt confident that although my skirt was short, it more than covered my stocking tops. The excitement was immense as the realisation that I was out in public dressed took hold. I made my way to the shop and looked around and selected my drink then made my way to the till. The lady on the till was lovely as she asked if I had everything I needed, and that was something that struck me as the nicest thing she could have done, to just speak to me and treat me normally, which to her credit she did. I bought my drink then made my way out of the shop and made my way across the mall to the exit and out into the car park once more. Once back in the car, I took a sip of my drink and sat and took in the personal magnitude of what I had just done. I have been out, not just out, but out in a busy public place when dressed. No trauma, no abuse, no bitchy sarcastic comments, such a positive experience. My life will never be the same again; the barrier has been broken down as I now take the next step in my life.
I’m sorry for going on but I just had to share my adventure with you. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Your comments are very welcome
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