Girly Tuesday

Last Tuesday I had the day off. It was a bit unexpected but I took advantage of it. My wife unfortunately had to go to work. She said when leaving why don't you dress and take yourself out. I am always a bit worried when I'm out on my own dressed enfemme. The other thing about dressing on my own is doing my make-up. To be honest I'm completely useless at it. My wife isn't that good at it either. We've both decided to do a make-up course somewhere. Probably close to where we work would be better.

Anyway I started doing the make-up and every time I stood back to look at myself in the mirror I wanted to just take it all off and leave it. Anyway after me sending whinging texts to my wife and her sending back encouraging texts I eventually got it done. The nail varnish though was a complete catastrophe. So it had to come off and left the house without it.

I drove to the coast and when I got to the car park I couldn't believe how many people were there and then it dawned on me that of course it was half term. I drove straight back out and text my wife I was leaving. She said to go back and sit there for a while to calm down. So with renewed courage I did just that. Sitting there with people staring at me was very unnerving. The urge to get out the car was very strong, so strong I overcame my fear and opened the car door. I could see and feel people staring but with a pair of sunglasses on I could see who was doing what without making eye contact with anyone.

Standing outside the car I felt so good. The wind ruffling my hair and clothes. I put on my coat as it was very cold and then walked away towards the sea wall. It was a distance of about 50 yards but immediately I was aware of a younger man who got out of his car and a much older man standing by a lamppost who both followed me. It was a mixture of anticipation and excitement. I didn't think for one moment that I was in any danger.

I did my girly walk as I've been instructed by my wife to do. I was now walking amongst many others. Of course I got looks I would be surprised if I didn't. As there were so many I was unable to get any photos. I walked for about a quarter of a mile with my two admirers in tow. I spent sometime sitting on a bench and they both walked passed by me. Presumably they didn't want be seen too close to a crossdresser. Eventually one of them walked off and the other younger man followed me back to my car. He got in his and I turned and gave him a smile and he smiled back. I left and he followed but he eventually lost me in the traffic. I then made my way to an area of heathland/woodland that I know fairly well.

I got there about half an hour later and parked up. Surprising there was only one car there. I was just checking my lipstick (I love lipstick) when a small van turned up and parked just a few feet away from me. I could see him staring at me but it didn't deter me and I got out of the car. I walked on a pathway that took me behind the car park. I was only two minutes into my walk and concentrating not getting my feet too wet or muddy when I looked behind me to see the man from the van walking behind me. I kept walking and eventually he caught up to me. He struck up a conversation asking me all sorts. I asked him if wouldn't mind taking a photo of me and he did.

 

We walked and talked a bit more and then he stopped me and started to fondle me. He asked what I was wearing underneath and I told him. He wanted to see and to take another photo of me.

 

It's very strange that I wouldn't class myself as gay or bi and it is only in girly mode that I would even allow this. It does cause me some guilt and I agonise over it.

He eventually walked on as he thought he heard someone coming. I walked around for a bit more enjoying my girly time. Being dressed is one of the best things for me. Like so many other transvestites it keeps me sane. But inevitably the guilt does follow and then I bring it all into question.

This is me on an earlier trip to the coast.

I'm looking forward to my next girly trip out. Perhaps one of you could join me.