Having kept Rebecca a secret for so many years, when I retired last October I knew that it was time to give her freedom. I began by visiting Manchester in the north of England for a few days. I took more female items (clothes, makeup and shoes) than male. I was still rather secretive for most of the trip, dressing female as Rebecca only in the hotel room.
During my stay, I twice visited a shop called Transformation. On my first visit, I purchased two wigs and natural silicone breasts. On my second visit on the last day, having checked out of the hotel I went to the shop for a make over. I had everything I needed. I had taken some of my own female items to the shop with me. When the make over was finished, I stayed downstairs in the shop so that Rebecca would be visible to others, rather than sit upstairs in a lounge they had for customers use.
Before I left for the journey home to Northampton, Eileen, a member of staff, wanted to take a couple of pictures. I had a necklace I really like but I had left it in the car. So I just said to her “I’m going to fetch it” and with that I left the shop, walked to my car and returned with the necklace. I hadn’t been at all bothered about being outside in a suburb of Manchester dressed as Rebecca. After the photos, Eileen said “it’s a shame you can’t go home as Rebecca”. I replied “What a good idea” and quickly changed into my own female clothes. I left the shop and returned to my car.
Heading off down the road, I glanced down at the petrol gauge. It read three bars. I guessed that it would be touch and go to make it home without making a stop to fill up. Still I continued on my way. I left Manchester and headed south on the M6 motorway eventually switching to the M6 Toll road to avoid Birmingham. I rejoined the M6 and then the M1. A further glance at the petrol gauge told me that I wouldn’t make it without a stop for petrol. I was near Coventry, so I visited the nearest motorway services. I pulled into the filling station and got petrol and a sandwich as I hadn’t eaten. I felt quite at ease despite the fact I was forced into making the stop.
So there you are; this was the start of my journey of bringing Rebecca forward in my life and so much more has happened since. I would so much like to share more of my journey. Recalling it all makes me so happy.Tags: coming out crossdresser crossdressing in public