My initial outing abroad as a female

I finally got the chance and bravery to take a stroll dressed as a woman. I returned home from work around 2am with a strong desire to walk around my neighborhood in a skirt. So, I put on a short punk-style plaid mini skirt (size 4), black nylons, low-top Converse All Stars, and a hooded sweatshirt. Without a wig or other accessories, I felt the hoodie at 2am was reasonable attire for a girl returning from a concert or similar event. I thought carefully about where to go and chose a usually busy neighborhood with some commercial spots and a nearby college, so it wouldn’t feel entirely solitary and pointless.

I stepped out of my car, grabbed my key, and began walking. Almost immediately, a car approached; my heart raced, and though I almost hesitated, I kept going. Then it struck me: I was in public, passing apartments and houses in an extremely short mini skirt that hits just above mid-thigh, paired with nylons. Basically, any male driver would be noticing me. Hopefully, they were all driving rather than walking! Three more cars passed while I continued, hood up over my head. Passing a building with a glass front gave me a full-length view of myself; I really did look chic. This encouraged me to walk on to a busier street a block away, where I was sure people would be hanging out on their porches. It just felt so good being seen… if anyone even noticed.

As I reached the corner, I heard voices from the house across the street. I had to pass it to get back to my car. One of the guys on the porch said something about the girl walking by! It felt nice and made me a little nervous. The plenty of trees along the street helped too. I kept walking, doing my best not to walk like a guy. Just as I neared the end of the block, two people were getting into their cars parked on the same side of the street as mine. Damn, what do I do? I didn’t want to retrace my steps since some had already seen me come this way. One car pulled away as I kept walking… I was about 20 feet away when I saw the guy checking me out as he got in. He glanced at me again as I drew closer and decided to wait until I passed before driving off.

I finally passed that car and reached the corner, rounding it to relax a bit more. A couple of cars passed as I made my way another block back to my vehicle. I hopped into my car and didn’t want to change immediately, so I just drove home still wearing the skirt.

It’s hard to describe the feeling of wearing a skirt in public while being seen by others. I definitely want to do it again but wear something slightly more feminine next time. Though it’s easy to go overboard and look like a hooker or similar…definitely need to think carefully about my next outfit.

Anyway, just wanted to share!