Driving from Bristol to Birmingham

Hi all,

I am new to this site and have enjoyed reading all the stories!

I will share more but having read an old post about being dressed driving brought back memories of a past experience…

I had to travel to the midlands but took a long detour to Bristol to visit a transformation shop…

I was single and young at the time and dressing regularly so had lots of clothes, Lingerie, wigs and shoes.

i chose A black mini shirt from top shop and a grey / black roll neck jumper that covered my arms and shoulders. I always loved layered nylons which had the benefit of allowing me to wear stockings without having my thighs give the game away so I took sheer stockings and 40 d opaque tights. Completed with 2 inch court shoes to make sure I could drive without danger!

the make over was amazing, I took a long black wig but got tempted and bought a blonde wig which I had never used before… the result was amazing. I looked so different and convincing my conference was sky high!

I walked out of the shop and jumped into my car excited for the 1 hour journey north knowing that o would have a short walk to the shop to change at the other end.

My car was sporty and attention grabbing but I have never driven  it far dressed so I was delighted by the attention I got on the motorway… I made me realise what I did as a male… looking at an attractive lady in a nice car and smiling!

i had lots of smiles, car passing and slowing to let me catch up… I hitched my skirt up to show my stocking tops and realised I could allow trucks overtake and let them see me.

I overtook a mini bus with a group of young men in and they all piled over to the right hand side to wave and blow kisses at me… loving the attention I slowed down and hitched my skirt up further, taking great pleasure as the were smiling and loving seeing a sexy lady in stockings and a sports car pass and allow them to pass back.

this was fun until we got traffic and ended up next to each other and my conference evaporated! They had some A4 paper and were writing  crude comment and asking me to flash my tits. I was convinced they would realise that I was a cross dresser so hung back in the traffic only to realise that almost every car had a male looking over at me…

a mixture of excitement and paranoia consumed me but I had no option but to drive on and just enjoy the attention.

when the traffic cleared I passed the mini bus again and the boys still held up comments that proved I had passed.
m the delay meant that when I arrived at the the transformation shop it was nearly school kicking out time so there were lots of mums on the streets and my walk to thee shop was very difficult. I had a few looks and felt awkward given the time of day but my heart was pumping and I managed to keep my feminine walk going!

I shared my experience with the ladies in the shop and got massive encouragement… they said that I had nothing to worry about amd looking on the mirror in the shop I still look passable. I wonder how many of the admiring glances I got were from people that knew what me secret  was!