I had gone out dressed several times. A few times I noticed people I knew off in the distance. I kept the distance hoping they wouldn’t recognize me.
Then one time I was fully dressed in shiny tan pantyhose, stiletto heels, a short dark blue, glittery dress, with my bra and breastforms and a shoulder length blonde wig. I wanted to go out in this outfit so bad. I drove around a bit, got out in a few places, and on my way home decided to stop at an ATM. After being out a while, my fear would subside, my excitement would grow and my confidence would go up. Now was a good time to do the ATM.
I parked the car in a parking spot across from the ATM. I would have to walk across the parking lot which would permit me to be seen. I was always excited about that and one of the main reasons I love doing that.
I got out of the car, really showing off my legs in my shiny tan pantyhose as the sunlight hit them and my dress got hiked up quite high as I was getting out of the car. I stood up, looked around to assess whether I thought it was safe to continue, then reached in the car, got my purse, closed the door, walked across the parking lot, noticing some looks my way. I went to the ATM, did my transaction, put the money in my purse and turned to leave.
Standing right behind me was someone I know quite well. My first reaction was to greet him. Immediately following thought was “oh s**t”. this is bad. I just walked past him, acting as naturally as I could but I was nervous and shaking a little. I was busted. My only hope was the he didn’t recognize me. I know he noticed me.
A couple of weeks later we got together. I was waiting for a little talk. Nothing happened. Things were the same as they had always been. After a few more get togethers, I surmised he noticed me but didn’t recognize me.