Going out Locally again to run errands.
I put off picking up my library book for a day when I would be home alone so that I would be challenged to go out emfemm to do it. I figured I'd also check off a bucket list item and go grocery shopping enfemm as well. I could go to the next town over to get the groceries but there was no avoiding picking up the book right in our home town.
I wanted to spend the whole day as Heidi and got shaved and made up first thing in the morning. To help prevent myself from going in guy mode the night before I had painted my nails. I wanted to dress as a GG would dress so I put on skinny jeans, flats, and a thin long-sleeve knit top. I wore my short, curly wig and simple earrings and jewelry. My makeup was more than a genetic-girl would typically wear but using less does not usually produce good results for me.
First I made breakfast, fed the pets, and straightened up the house a bit. Since it was a Saturday and neighbors were bound to be out doing yard work, I had to be careful leaving the house.
I got to the library without problem and walked in confidently. A family was leaving as I came in but no one gave me a look. The librarian smiled at me as a I walked to the reserved books but when I looked back she was just paying attention to her work. Emboldened I found a few places among the books and took a few quick pictures. Nothing draws attention like the flash of a camera so I didnt linger.
I drove to the grocery store and parked in a spot that would allow me to place the camera on the roof of the car so that I could video myself coming and going. Unfortunately I seemed to have arrived just as others were arriving as well so I has to quickly scoot back to the car and grab my camera as other cars were pulling in next to me. I'm sure that looked really funny to them and probably gave myself away.
As I approached the store an older farmer-looking man was leaving and gave me a good long questioning look. Sometimes I think it is better to be "read" then the worry about passing is over and I can just be proud to be a man wearing women's clothing.
Inside the store I went about my business, making brief eye contact with anyone I came across but trying to just shop like a regular shopper. I did find a couple of aisles that were vacant and took quick photos.
At one point the item I needed was in a busy aisle and I was kind of mixed in a bunch of people trying to pick out my item. I red-necked guy with his woman was smiling strangely as he passed me but that could have just been part of a conversation they had been having.
The cashier was quite friendly and I left having accomplished a new item on my bucket list.
Before heading home I decided to check out a new thrift store. The store was busy with lots of younger women and even teen-girls which can be dangerous but the experience went smoothly. I selected several tops and tried them on in the dressing rooms on the ladies-wear side. Then exited and gave my "no's" to the friendly attendant near by. I shopped some more and returned to the dressing rooms once more. Finally I had to stand in line to pay. This situation always makes me nervous but another checker opened a register and again the cashier was friendly and I exited with a smile.
Finally I had to return to my neighborhood but the weather had turned a little nasty and no one was out in their yards. I spent a few more hours at home trying on my new purchases, playing with the pets and reading.
I didnt really have plans for the evening so when some neighbors invited me to dinner I reluctantly took off my nail polish and got back to boy mode.
Having removed one item from my bucket list I now need to think of a new one to add to it!
A few months ago I changed jobs and it really messed up my schedule so I havent been able to go on some of the family weekend trips. However, this has provided me with a few extra opportunities to dress.
I wasn't really planning to go out this time but I got an email saying that one of my dresses has sold online and needed to be shipped. I figured driving to the post office after hours would be a nice, safe way to get out of the house a little.
That evening I did my makeup and experimented with a few outfits. At first I wanted to wear leggings, ankle boots and a form fitting long-sleeve top but I wasnt happy with the results. I finally chose a black and burgundy top, long jeans and the same boots. I chose my new shorter wig and thought I was looking pretty good.
As I prepared to box up the dress I realized I didnt have a zip lock bag to place it in. How cool would it be to not let that deter me and to go buy the bags enfemm on the way to the post office! So I decided to make it an adventure and chose a walmart a couple of towns away that was also near a store I like to shop at.
It was just barely dark so I didnt try any tricks leaving the house. When I got to the Walmart I realized it was much busier than I had expected. Undeterred, I parked and walked toward the store. On my very first time attempting to go out enfemm, 20 or so years ago, I did the same thing but chickened-out before reaching the store. This time it was very windy which blew my hair a lot. I realized that my heels were clicking louder on the pavement that I expected and know that that sound can attract attention.
I entered among many people coming and going and was determined to look people in the eye. Most people didn't respond in any unusual way except for one man that stared a little longer than most. I smiled at a few people I passed as I tried to find the storage bags but when I reached the bags there was a couple with a small child there trying to pick out some for themselves. I stopped next to them and the man said he was sorry for blocking the shelves and moved over so I could look as well. Soon, I found what I was looking for but had to reach in front of them to get it. I eeked out an "excuse me" and grabbed the box of bags.
I was pretty nervous and forgot to try to get a photo somewhere but it was probably too crowded for that any ways. The check-out lines were all full so I had to wait in line. In line I felt like a sitting duck. There is nothing for people to do while waiting and might examine me a little closer. But I got through the line and out the store without any problems.
I got back to my car just as a woman was loading her groceries and 6 year old into her car. I got in and started to package up the dress. The girl in the car next to me looked right at me with a big cheesy grin and waved. I waved back and smiled. I'm sure she was just being silly like most kids her age. It made me feel good.
I remembered I needed a photo and drove to a more remote part of the parking lot so that I could set up my camera and use the timer and flash to get a good picture. It was pretty windy still and took me 4 or 5 tries to get a good picture. Unfortunately, I must have attracted some attention because a car pulled up near to me and a guy started to get out and walk toward me. I started the engine and locked the doors. Then he got back into the car with his friend and they drove off a little bit and parked near some other cars. I didn't drive off but watched them to see what they were up to and was ready for a confrontation if needed. They got out of their car and I could see them shining flashlights into another parked car. I'm guessing they were just the property security and the flash of my camera had made them curious.
Since I was so close to the second-hand store I like, I decided I would go there and look for a belt that my wife has said she wanted. Again it was much busier than I expected but I went in and looked around. I quickly realize they didnt have the belt but wanted to find something to try on so that I could take a photo in the dressing room. I found a dress I liked and shopped around a little. A couple of men were talking near the women's dressing rooms and one looked me in the eye for a couple of seconds. I smiled a little and they just kept on talking. I went into the dressing room and tried on the dress. I was glad I had dressed more casually this time since it was easier to get undressed and redressed again.
I didnt stay too long or buy the dress. I went to the post office and parked near the front doors. I took a photo of myself from the dashboard using the timer but it didnt come out very well. Inside the post office I deposited the package and left just as another person was parking. I'll have to try that again sometime and take a photo inside.
After that I went home. It was a successful outing. Even thought it's not conducive to getting many pictures, like the idea of having a list of chores to accomplish and doing them enfemm. I'll have to keep that in mind for next time.
Errands and Walmart!
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