I went out dressed one time. It was to a local chain pharmacy in my neighborhood on a rainy night in light makeup, dressed with the usual underpinnings, a fairly inconspicuous casual top and black leggings with a raincoat loosely covering my upper body, Mostly older women and a few odd other customers in the store, but no one noticed me. No odd looks from anyone. The cashier was also oblivious it seems looking right at me, squarely in the eyes at the cash register.
I'm not sure to this day what inspired me to have this outing (pun intended) on this particular night. Just as I was going out the door, I remember calmly thinking: "Why on earth are you doing this? Are you crazy? What do you expect to gain from this? What if you meet someone you know?" But then, I seemed to have a clear sense that this outing was inevitable and calmly went out the door, into the car, and off I went.
I was befuddled when I arrived home afterwards. I expected to have some sense of exhilaration or at least mild excitement as a result of this event. Instead, I felt nothing. It was an uneventful trip to the pharmacy. That's when I really knew. It hit my like a brick to the face.
Point is, it was not exciting because it was just a trip to complete a routine task. I felt at unexpected ease dressed as a woman. I have had no erotic or otherwise stimulating responses to dressing really ever and this was just another example of the same. I was simply dressed in a gender concordant fashion and did a common, routine daily task. This really hit home, seriously helped confirm for me that I am TG.
Steph
