I suppose I'd better start at the beginning. Well, my femme name is Carly Hughes.I'm a 47-year-old male who has probably been cross-dressing since he was seven. I started dressing in my mum's and sister's clothes. I've built up stashes of clothes many times and binned them through guilt. I've probably wasted so much cash it's unbelievable.
Anyway, I've done all the manly things in my life like football, being a jack the lad, getting married, becoming a dad, etc. Through all the years my cross-dressing was suppressed, but three months ago I split up with my wife not because of the cross-dressing but due to other reasons. I think I hid the cross-dressing well and she never realized I had a secret stash of clothes in the attic.
Now I am living in a rented room in a very nice lady's house. My cross-dressing urges have come back with a vengeance, from maybe dressing three to four times a year I'm now dressing every Friday and Saturday night as my landlady goes to her boyfriend's on the weekends.
My make up skills have vastly improved going from looking a little feminine, to with the help of eBay and YouTube videos to looking very very feminine. Contouring videos on YouTube are a must for anyone who does not want to look like a clown. In addition to that, I'm about 74 kgs (just under 12 stone), 5ft 8, and I've managed to slim down to a 32-inch waist so I can fit into UK size 12 women's clothes.
Anyway last night, I had grown bored of standing in front of my mirror changing outfits every five minutes, I'd been venturing outside at night, at first just driving around and finding somewhere extremely quiet and going for a quick, exciting walk, till the events of last night which were a first for me.
So last night I used medical adhesive and glued on my breast forms. They were only cheap ones but using a little silicone putty around the top and sides I blended them into my skin and then used a little foundation and powder to blend them in so you couldn't see where they joined my body. I'd also glued on my bum and hip silicone pads. I did not bother blending them in though. I'd tucked and used a little tape to hold myself in place downstairs. Because I couldn't shave my legs as I'm going away soon, I put on a pair of tights then my tiny thong panties and then another pair of tights just so you could not see any leg hairs,
My clothes for the evening were. A black Lycra skirt that's let's just say figure hugging around my bum and just over knee height, I teamed that up with a black vest top that clung to my now ample breasts, I was going braless as I'd glued my puppies on.
I had applied my make up perfectly well in my mind anyway. I put on my blonde Jennifer Anniston style wig, brushed it out and styled it to suit then slipped on my black ballet pumps, next was my brown short leather jacket, it's sort of biker style with lots of zips on it. I grabbed my handbag and headed out.
I had decided tonight's plan was to walk to the cash point about ten minutes away, get some cash then come home, by now it was around 10 pm, so it was dark, my favorite time as it's much much easier to pass in the dark.
I had been to the cashpoint and was on my way home when I saw a transit tipper van coming down the road heading towards me. It went past me. I thought 'phew,' but as I went around a corner, I heard the same van reversing quickly and racing back in my direction. I didn't know the reason why but I just knew he was coming back for me,
I panicked and started walking much quicker as I did not know if he realized I was a guy and coming to take the piss or to give me aggro or whether he liked what he saw and was coming to try his luck with me. The van raced down the road and slowed down as it drew alongside me, it revved its engine, and I heard the electric passenger window come down. To be honest, I was absolutely shitting myself as I was just thinking this is only going end badly.
The guy shouted to me through the window, "Hey beautiful what's a good looking woman like you doing walking home by herself this time of day."
I froze and stopped walking an looked at him, he then shouted, "If you were mine I'd never let you outta the bedroom." He then asked if I wanted some fun.
I put my right hand on my hip an waved my left hand at him an said in the most feminine voice I could muster, "Sorry honey I'm married an just off home to my lucky husband."
He said my husband was a lucky guy and raced off.
I had never been so glad that when I split with my wife that she gave me back her wedding and engagement rings an with a little effort, I could get them on.
Quickly I made it home. As I got into the house, I was so nervous as that was my very first interaction with anybody dressed as Carly, it was amazing, exhilarating but also very very scary.
I relaxed in the front room with a Baileys or two or three and thought about how the events could have turned out much worst. I decided I was a lucky girl and had got away with it.
About 2 hrs later around 12.30, I decided that if I had passed with the van driver that I'd go out again for a walk, this time I felt a lot braver as I had more than a few Baileys, and because of my interaction with the van driver.