Hello again, girls! After much thought, I decided to post this. 😄 As my English is far from perfect, excuse my mistakes. This will be my nostalgic story about the first time I went out. Well, l usually don’t go out in my town dressed up, because it is really dangerous. You can get punched in the face or even arrested and must spend a night behind bars. But I wanted to go out so much that I did so at all costs.

I don’t really remember when it was. My best guess is that I was 15… maybe🤔. I practically had no clothes for dressing up at that time. It was in the countryside where I was visiting my grandma’s house. A warm autumn evening. I felt it was a perfect place and time for my plan. We have a small village and there was only one streetlight in it. Obviously, it was dark everywhere except this place, and perfect for my first walk.

I wore a denim miniskirt, black tights, and shoes with mid-high heels. I also wore my male jacket with a hood (it was ok for the countryside because girls wore male jackets often there for comfort.) I had only lipstick to do makeup and nothing more.

I went out into the street, shying away from every sound. It scared me to death, but I kept moving. It is unusual to have lots of people on the street. There are sometimes small groups of teenagers out during summer and autumn. They could be out until even sunrise. There was not a huge possibility that I would meet somebody face-to-face in the dark. And I could hide in the shadows. But there was still a possibility! Russian village boys would not ask questions to a crossdresser. You can imagine how this meeting could finish…

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I walked a little on a central street of our village and wanted something more “extreme.” I headed toward a bridge on a small river, which was about 300 meters away from the village. But there was a problem; we have only one asphalt road which leads to the bridge. And there were cars sometimes. With their front lights switched on, of course. Some drivers might wish to stop for a chat with a lonely girl and offer to give her a ride to a place she needed to go. It’s a very common practice in a Russian village. 😄

I plucked up my courage and went to that bridge. And I was very lucky because I had no incidents on the way. I did have an unpleasant surprise on returning home… Suddenly, a group of teenagers appeared near the bus stop, which was at the entrance to the village. They had two cars with the lights on. They were drinking beer (evidently) and listening to music. There wasn’t any chance to pass by them without being spotted. And they definitely were not planning to go home in the near future. I stood near the trees in the dark to think.

There was another road from the bridge to my village. But it was not so simple to traverse. It had rained the day before, and it had no asphalt at all. It was in a horrible condition. It wasn’t unusual for a dirt road as there were others in the village. Even our street had dirt on it. But that way was absolutely unfit for any walking. There is a funny fact by the way: that road once had asphalt (a year ago), but someone cut it off and sold it (ha-ha, classic Russia😁).

I had no choice; I had to go that dirty road. My attempts to pass through carefully were unsuccessful. One of my heels was stuck in the dirt and came off completely. Obviously, I couldn’t find it in the dark. I walked home through the pain and suffering. There was dirt all over my legs and body. I was very angry, but full of experience and new impressions. And it definitely made for a good story.

I hope you found it interesting!

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    Lucinda Hawkns
    Trusted Member
    3 months ago

    wow i could not imagine what you had to go though to get back home with out them seeing you. but i am sure you had a great time walking around in a skirt and blouse and lip stick and heels in which is hard to walk on in a street not including dirt or mud sure your heels will get stuck in the mud. just hope you found your heels.

    Lucinda Hawkns
    Trusted Member
    3 months ago
    Reply to  Sasha Taylor

    wow sorry to hear that. yes it can be dangerous. i under dress when i can and dress up in home when i can and walk the house to kitchen and bed room and wife can see me as i walk by. she knows lets me dress up but does like to see me dressed up. maybe one day society will be more open with cross dressing, but there is more cross dressers then people know it and just will not deal with it

    Amy Myers
    Baroness
    Noble Member
    3 months ago

    Thank you for sharing your story with us. Scary, but you did it, which is the main thing, and you made it home without violence. Too bad about your clothes and shoes. Were you able to go back and find your shoe, or did you just leave it? Safer to just leave it I’d would think.
    It is amazing what drives us to be what we are often against the odds as you did.
    Amy

    Isabelle O'Malley
    Active Member
    3 months ago

    What an incredible story. So much anguish and fear but at the same time there is so much triumph and resilience. Warrior Cross Dresser is how I shall think of you!

    Tamiya Alvarez
    Member
    3 months ago

    Sasha, Interesting story for sure. I know the feeling of being a ninja. I love wearing black athletic leggings. I usually get up very early in the morning to go running. I would even wear my capri leggings on mornings when I knew no one was getting up early at all. My area is safe, and thankful for it. In the beginning, I found myself racing for the “shadows” so no one would see me as they drove by…lol. It’s been over a year now and I don’t really care anymore. I’m used to it. I hope you can find… Read more Β»

    Sarah Kanter
    Trusted Member
    3 months ago

    Thanks for sharing your story Sasha, you’re so brave. I speak Russian, lived in Ukraine for about three years and have travelled in Russia. My wife is Ukrainian too. I love both countries, but I understand how scary it could be to dress there. Thanks again for sharing.

    Teri Linnealis
    Duchess
    Active Member
    3 months ago

    Great story Sasha, God Bless. LuvNHugs, TERI

    J J
    Active Member
    3 months ago

    Thank you for that interesting tale of dressing en femme in a foreign (to most of us) culture. Generally speaking it is very safe and reasonably accepted to go out here dressed, at least for me, so to hear of all you had to endure to avoid trouble is very sad, but also helps us to appreciate how good some of us have it, but also that we need to keep working to make it safe, or at least safer, for others.

    J J
    Active Member
    3 months ago
    Reply to  Sasha Taylor

    Again, thank you for your story, and bringing awareness of the situation in your country. I have been reading reports and it does sound like it is getting worse, but one here in the US always wonders how much is propaganda, so it is good to hear real stories from real people.

    Here in the US, it is also getting worse, at least in certain states and regions, while in others it continues to improve. Progress is always a bumpy road, but the arch of justice, while long, does bend towards what is right.

    Dani
    Active Member
    3 months ago

    Thank you for sharing.

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