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"Do I really want to do this?"
It wasn't an idle question. With a 10 hour drive from central Wyoming all the way to Nevada ahead of me, I was excited to spend it as a woman. You may note if you're casually familiar with US geography that this route covers some of the most conservative and judgemental states in the union. Did I really think I could use the women's bathroom? What would I do when I got hungry? What if my car breaks down or runs out of gas? How many times will I have to smile at the person pumping gas next to me, hoping they don't start laughing?
To say I was petrified at the prospect is understating it. But it was less than my fear of losing this somewhat unique opportunity. And what do I care what a cashier in a Provo rest stop thinks of me?
What to wear? The eternal question. For me, there's no point in Being Seen unless I can show off my legs. A black garter belt and stockings begin the ensemble, with matching panties, bra, slip, and camisole. Hopefully nobody sees those, but they feel so good under my blue bodycon dress that shows off my ass. Black pumps with inch-and-a-half heels are not the most practical shoes for long distance driving, but I'll be damned if I wear flats all day. Combing my longish Covid hair into a girly style, I apply makeup and add earrings, bracelets, rings, and necklace. It's probably too much for a long day of driving, but I don't care. I look *pretty*.
There were no nosy neighbors as I loaded my suitcase and bag of snacks into the car, not that it would have mattered. I was resolute. Today I would spend the entire day, door to door, en femme. I would use the ladies room. I would interact with people. I would not back down. I would not chicken out.
My first adventure was a Scenic Outlook. I couldn't resist pulling off (it helped that it was empty at the moment) and getting out to stretch my legs, marveling at the joy of walking over to the display, wondering if the passing cars are noticing me, and even taking a selfy!
Being careful to not run out of gas 50 miles from nowhere, I set off on my long journey of feminine life, stopping for gas when the tank got below 3/4ths. What a thrill to pull up to a gas pump, open the door (showing a good bit of thigh from where the dress rode up while driving), step out, straighten my dress, and pump gas! That thrill was repeated a half dozen times throughout the day.
About 90 minutes into the journey, my bladder began to talk to me. Lo and behold, here comes a rest stop. If you're not familiar, a rest stop in western states is a place with public bathrooms and some green space to stretch your legs. Pulling in to park, I see that there's a few carloads of people already there. One of them includes a teenage boy. Dressed as I was, I was almost certain to get extra attention from him, and I was not confident enough to risk that. Pretending to be absorbed in my phone, I waited for him to disappear into the building, then opened my door, straightened my dress, and walked (no, strutted) past a few people and into the building. I was terrified of sharing the ladies room with women who might want to talk to me, but luck was on my side and the Family bathroom was empty. Baby steps, Annie. Baby steps.
A couple hours later, and after another refueling (open door, straighten dress), it was time for lunch and I was feeling confident enough to go through the drive thru of a fast food restaurant. Apparently my voice needs work, because I got called "Sir" at the order kiosk, but I didn't let it faze me. Pulling up to the window, I pulled my credit card out of my purse (My purse! I have a purse!) and retrieved my food. Another success!
This went on all day, as I gained confidence and reveled in being feminine in public. I used the ladies room three times. I made a game of slowing down just as I passed semi trucks, giving the drivers a quick flash of my exposed thighs and garter belt straps. The sensation of the cold air conditioned air going up my dress and hitting my panties directly was so delicious!
At the end of the day I pulled into my hotel's parking lot. With no hesitation, I opened my door, straightened my dress, and strutted in to wait in line to check in. The desk clerk accepted me as I was and gave me my keys. For one last adventure before retiring for the night, I walked to the attached casino to do a little gambling. Yes, I did strut, despite my aching legs.
As if to reward me for my courage and determination, my poker machine gave me a $50 win over my starting stake about 20 minutes in. I know when to quit, so I strutted my winnings and my tired, aching (but sexy as hell) legs back to the room.
This was my first time spending the entire day en femme, the first time I used the ladies room, the first time I purchased something in a dress, and the first time I realized that I'm not just someone who likes to wear feminine clothing, but I'm actually gender-fluid.
It was wonderful. I want to do it again.
Annie -
What a wonderful experience for you, and to be rewarded with a win in the casino makes it even better. Hope you get to have similar experiences in the future.
XOXO
Suzanne
Wow, what a great experience you had. Sounds like a super day.
What a lovely day for you and I'm sure we will be reading more adventures soon after this one went so well.
To answer your question, yes. I spent most of a cross country drive en femme and even stopped to walk and shop in malls in Little Rock, AK and Oklahoma City. I bought some satin pajamas and a lovely bra and panty set. The SAs were lovely about it and greeted me as sweetie or hello gorgeous. It was wonderful.
I even got pulled over in a small town in Nevada. It cost me $75, but it turns out there was a dispensary there so all was not lost.
That's wonderful! Thanks for sharing!
And I almost felt all the sensation’s you felt.
I answered no . This is one of my dream . I am sure, I will do it 👍🏼
I voted no for "not yet".
Without a car and living in a small apartment building, my wife doesn't want me to embarrass her where she lives. If I do anything major, I need to pack up and go somewhere to change. That means I need to lug a carry bag of some sort. Ugh!
Being not brave enough to venture out in my tiny town where everybody knows everybody(and their vehicle), the only time I dare go for it is when there's a bad snowstorm.
Ordinarily, I hate snow, but it does give me a 'snow day", without worrying if anyone is going to show up unexpectedly. My plow guy is too busy doing his route to stop and chat, and knows he'll get his $$ later.
Now that the genie is out of the bottle you'll want to do it more and more. Enjoy.
Maybe we can go on a girls' road trip someday!
You're right. I find that I am starting to care less and less what random strangers think of me. And the experience was delicious.
I said yes, many times. almost a year ago I went to my high school class reunion as Cassie. For 3 days I had the best time I had in years and was accepted by many of my classmates. I wrote an article about it in CDH. Since that time I have moved to wearing women's clothing all the time except at my main job.
c Cassie
6 days in a row at the last Keystone! It was fabulous.
