All Good Things.....

Well, my three complete days of dressing en Femme are coming to an end. My wife is coming home a night early. The function she was due to attend tonight has been cancelled due to a Covid outbreak.
On the plus side, I did something that I never previously had the courage to do today....
I ordered a skirt off the internet, and had it delivered to a local Argos... This Argos was inside a Sainsbury supermarket. For our non UK friends, Argos is a catalogue shop.
When placing the order, I click on the wrong shop, so I had to travel 30 minutes across town to get there.
I decided that I would go en femme. So dressed in white trainers, gloss tights, short, but not too short bodycon skirt, black gothic style short sleeved blouse, pearl necklace and earrings, and a nice woolen jacket, I stood on the inside of my front door for what seemed like three days. I finally plucked up the courage, opened the door and stepped out. No safety net, other than a face mask. I normally carry drab clothes in case I bottle out.
I finally get to the Sainbury supermarket, park the car, put on my face mask (still compulsory here in Wales) and off I walked. I walked into the supermarket. In my local Sainsbury, the Argos is just inside the front door. In this Sainsbury, the Argos is at the far end of the door, as far away from the entrance as possible. I proudly walked through the store, and joined the queue at the tills in Argos. 4 people ahead of me. lots of people milling around.
My turn came, I said to the girl at te till that I have come to collect, no attempt at a female voice, and it matters not as my 5 day old beard shows where the mask doesn't cover. She asked my name, and didn't laugh or shout, or scream or call the manager when I gave my male name. She scanned the barcode on the e-mail and went to get my parcel. I thanked her, and walked back through the shop.... Stopping in the ladies clothing section to have a browse.
I get back to the car and drive home.
I felt elated. No one commented, no one gave a second look (that I noticed), no one cared.
Driving home, I passed a retail park with a Costa Coffee in it. Bolstered by my experience, I pulled in, parked the car and went in and ordered coffee. When asked my name, I gave my male name. Again no reaction. I collected the coffee when called and sat at a window table people watching. When in such an establishment, you can remove your face mask. So there I am, sat in a Costa for all the world to see. No mask, no disguises. When I finished my coffee, I left my lipstick mark on the cup, and feeling proud as punch, I went back to my car.

Sadly, I can only do things like this when my wife isn't around. If she knew what I was up to, she would stress and panic. When she's home, 98% of my dressing is in the house and private. I respect her wishes. It looks like she'll be travelling a bit more, she's away overnight next week, but after that, I don't know when I'll be set loose next,

Totally blown away by today. I'm so happy that I could pluck up the courage to let the world see me, and not care that people me as what I am. I'm a crossdresser, and I'm proud, not ashamed of what I am.