My first time out en femme There has to be a first time for everything and this one has been a long time coming. I have been wearing female clothing in private all my life, but have always been too afraid to go out. Fear of ridicule. Of being seen by someone who knows me and my terrible secret becoming public. You know, usual stuff. But if I am going to progress on my trans journey, then being able to be seen in public as a woman is a necessary part of it. So, courage! And I did it! For my maiden voyage (do you see what I did there?) I chose a clingy knee-length dress and black tights (pantyhose) and as a venue: a shopping mall a long way from home. Practicalities: getting changed I had traveled in male clothes so needed to change. This was going to be the scariest part. I would have to change in the gents' toilets and then come out of the cubicle dressed as a woman. How would anyone in there react? But I figured I would have got a worse recepti...
I’m just a boy who dreams of being a girl. These are my musings about that journey as I try to work out exactly what that means.