started out taking the bus to shop at target for a dress for my next therapy session. I get on the bus and this guy sits extremely close to me pinning me against the seat divider . I could of moved but only had a little ways to go. He ended up staring at my legs the whole time. I had on an above the knee dress , but when I sit down it goes to my waist. I get to target sit in the café and look at my image on the web cam to see if every thing alright . I begin to have a melt down about not seeing anything in the slightest feminine. almost panic attack time in the middle of a big store. Force myself to plow ahead and buy the dress. Made it through the man in the dress syndrome. I decide to take cab home then realize I need to talk. I do alright at first, then get to destination and find my credit card doesn't work. I'm forced to talk longer . I think I did all right , but was freaking . My card finally went through and the nightmare over.
