My First Time in a Public Place.

Up until about 5 years ago I was closeted, but the urge to go out dressed became stronger with each passing day. It got to the point that I would get dressed and just go for a drive with no particular destination in mind. When I began doing this I was religious about checking my car over.  Things like making sure the tank was full, checking my tires and doing all I could to prevent having trouble.  Of course I always took along a change of men's clothing and some wipes just in case I needed to change.

This went on about a year without incident, but over that time I got more and more lax about checking my car, and in my haste to get on the road, I would sometime forget to take my usual change of clothing. It was one Thursday night in late August of 2013 that everything changed. I had gotten home a bit later than usual from work and wanted my usual road trip so I did my make up and got dressed. I was wearing a denim mini skirt, a pink top and a pair of black 4" heels. Over time I had also gotten accustomed to going further and further away from home. I had been a few places dressed where gurls like me are usually well accepted,  so I always kept a 20 dollar bill in my purse in case I wanted something to drink or a snack. When I would go on these outings, I never took my wallet, just tucked my driver's licence into one of the pockets in my purse.

This night seemed much like the others until I found myself in Elizebethtown Ky, some 90 mile from home and happened to look down and see the needle on my gas gauge was on E. Now I was faced with a dilemma, I knew I had forgotten my change of clothing that night because I was in such a rush to get started, and since I never brought my debit or credit card I knew my only choice was to use the 20 I had tucked in my purse, by some gas and go in and pay the attendant. I had pulled over in a restaurant parking lot while I weighed my options and while there I saw a station just a few hundred yard up the street. It was about midnight so there wasn't a lot of people out and I figured this was as good as any I would find. I drove over and they had a sign posted, pay before you pump, so I summoned all the nerve I had, got out and walked inside. There was only one customer in there. a woman, probably in her mid 4-'s and the attendant, a young man in his late teen to early 20's. I walked up to the counter and in my best female voice, (which wasn't a very good one) told him I would like $20 regular. He was very polite, and if he noticed, he never let on, even calling me mam, which I loved, incidentally. If the lady customer noticed, she never let on either, I have often wondered what went on, if anything the the next few minutes after I went out to pump my gas.

If nothing else, this was an unbelievable shot of confidence for me, and since then I have been in public places while in Jennifer mode on several occasions.