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…
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!