The Big Walk: A Story in Detail (No Photos)

Hi,

Well, I was planning to take this really intimidating walk wearing slutty attire and 5” heels into bars and such. The idea kept me awake for over a week; I couldn’t think of anything else.

So I had to do it. However, I decided to keep things somewhat simple (read the full story here!).

I planned to go today. But last Thursday night I woke up again, thinking about everything. I could no longer bear the anticipation. So I thought: “If it’s still before 4 pm, I’m going.” I peeked at my wife’s alarm clock (since mine is broken) and saw it was 3:10 pm… ok. Here we go…

The clothes The day prior, I tried on some of my wife’s boots to see if any fit well enough for a ‘test walk’ without buying new outfits. Some of her snow boots fitted me quite nicely and were walkable. I also tried her clothes; most didn’t fit due to width issues since she is pregnant despite being nearly the same height as me. So, I opted for some of her newer maternity wear which are all stretchy. They fit great! I put them on and looked in the mirror. My legs just seemed so long and tight, and I really liked what I saw… wtf, those are my legs!

I got carried away with a subject I found despicable only a few weeks ago:rofl: So I eventually settled on some clothes that worked well after a bit of fiddling. A simple but nice string bikini bottom, some tight jeans, a tight long-sleeve shirt, and a woolen sleeveless sweater thing (not sure what to call it). They had been worn before so they smelled like my lady, which turns me on instantly—very confusing.

Back to Thursday night I got out of bed. My lady has to work the next day and her alarm is set for 6 pm, giving me a 2.5-hour window. I was REALLY afraid she would discover what I was up to, especially since we have some noisy steps and stuff. She also seems to wake up whenever it’s most inconvenient. The clothes I wanted to wear were in the attic, so I needed an excuse to go there (which is rare). Since the washing machine is down there, I decided to do laundry at 3:10 pm—a time when I NEVER usually do it. Great cover story.

However, I did it and picked up the clothes on my way back, putting them in the empty laundry bin. All this took more than 30 minutes just from being afraid. When I walked down the stairs with her clothes in the bin, my heart nearly exploded. “I’m walking around with women’s clothes that I intend to wear, and I could be discovered without any explanation,” although she probably wouldn’t even notice me taking laundry downstairs:)

So I got everything together. I packed it all into a backpack, including some extra socks (to fill out the bra; you need something there), and stood in front of our door. Suddenly I felt very silly sneaking around like that… but I went on.

The plan The idea was to drive to a town I found on Google Maps, hide a spare car key somewhere, then drive to the other side of town to change clothes. This would force me to walk back to the spare key, effectively locking myself out with my main lock inside.

Reality I started driving to the town. It was already 4 pm, so I still had an hour and a half left. Hmm… that’s not much time. All the way there I kept thinking, “you f*ck. why in god’s name did you pick such a far place?” After 20 minutes, I arrived. However, I couldn’t find the key drop point shown on Google Street View. This really annoyed me since I had found such a good spot… After some searching (10 minutes later), I found another decent one. Yeaayyy.

I stepped out of the car and walked to the spot. Suddenly I felt like everyone was looking at me, feeling vulnerable or something similar. Man, this was enough for me… I almost chickened out right then:roll: … But I didn’t. I placed the spare key and went back to the car, driving to the other end of town. It looked like quite a long walk, but I did it anyway.

I changed in the car first. I took off my shoes, pants, and underwear. I adjusted everything into place and put on the string bottom. I was already shivering with excitement. I couldn’t get the jeans on inside the car, so I stepped out with the jeans around my knees and flump landed in the mud:(. Good lord… I went back to the car, cleaned my feet and the jeans as best I could. After a while, I was totally dressed. I felt like an idiot looking in the rearview mirror… I hadn’t even shaved! This was getting worse by the minute, and I started regretting my choices. It was 4:30 now. But I had to do this.

I stepped out of the car, opened the trunk, locked the car remotely, threw keys into the trunk, slammed it shut… and oh f*ck here I am:rofl:

So I started to walk While taking my first steps outside in women’s clothing in a place where no one knew me, I shivered a bit. After some paces, I tried to look more feminine, recalling little details from the mirror earlier. Like pushing my breasts forward and hips back would help, as well as holding my belly slightly. Also, I couldn’t keep my hands off my bra at first.

I was getting confident. No one here. Just me. Walking in women’s clothes in the dark. Nobody knows me. After a few steps into the darkness, I heard a car… A CAR! omg omg… omg… omg. I thought this place was desolate. The sound drew closer.

I started to panic a bit. Then I saw it. It was like 200 meters (600 feet?) away, far off but making a turn away from me. Phewwww. I had to laugh at myself. Thinking about some stories I read here, I felt like a wimp.

After a little while I really started gaining confidence. I began throwing in some hip movements (yehaa) and after a few minutes, I wanted someone to see me… Really. wow. That surprised me. Then I reached the key. Hmmm… that seemed a bit fast:roll:

So I picked it up and started walking back. Suddenly I heard a door slam very close by! It scared the st out of me. I kept on walking, turning my unshaven face away. Nothing happened… Boring. I reached the car again… Boring. Nothing happened. I was really confident now enjoying the walk.

The next step I got back in the car and wanted to change back. Then I saw it was just 4:45 pm.. hmmm that entire first walk only took 15 minutes. I needed more. I craved adrenaline, fast and lots of it. So I figured I could do another walk and get home before 6 pm.

I drove to the nearest city’s central station. When I got there it was totally desolate. No one. So I decided to wander around a bit. I stepped out and started walking toward the center. Just after 50 meters, I saw the first car coming towards me. Kind of scared, I kept walking. My heart started pounding in my throat and I began feeling sick. But I persisted, turning my face slightly away from the headlights. It drove by without reducing speed. Nothing happened. The pounding was insane. I’ve done lots of rollercoasters, sex, and presentations for large audiences, but this felt unprecedented. wow.

Then I saw a pedestrian! That scared me even more. I turned around, took some steps, then turned back again.

I stood on that long road and agreed with myself that I had to walk down the street, cross the T-junction, and then head back. I started walking. Walking… A bit further. Throwing in more hip movements. I began enjoying it again. Andddd then I reached the end of the street. Again nothing happened. I wanted something to occur.

So I went further toward the city center. I heard a bicycle behind me. As I looked, it was quite far away but coming towards me. So I threw in all my feminine looks and walked on slowly. My heart rate was going berserk… then it hit the roof. I felt like I was going to faint… I took a quick peek and,

It was gone. Goodness… I walked a bit further and then decided I had to head back home before six. On my way back to the car, I suddenly got passed by a cyclist. I just caught him taking a quick peek at my chest! I quickly looked away. I felt like a 14-year-old boy who’d just received his first kiss. I was embarrassed but also excited. I needed more of this.

Then I arrived back at the car. I needed to change before getting home, into my neighborhood. However, I wanted that little extra kick. So I started changing outside. This was right in the middle of the city. I pulled off the sweater and shirt. There I stood, just a bra on, in the heart of the city… wow. Just as I began to unbutton my jeans, I heard a car approaching. I chickened out and jumped back into the vehicle… Ah well, that was nice.

I got home at 5:45. I left the clothes in the trunk and went back inside. The washing machine had just finished its cycle as I made it upstairs. My wife walked out of the room while I headed to the attic. “Ohh are you doing some laundry? How nice.” And she kept walking on like nothing was happening. Hm, that was easy… While unloading the washer, I realized I needed a lot more to satisfy me next time. But heck, what a nice first trial walk.

Cheers, hardigeman