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My First Outing   I remember my first experience out vividly like it was just yesterday. The feeling of exhilaration, anticipation, anxiousness and fear all blended together is a feeling I will never forget. I do not remember what possessed me to venture outside of the safe confines of my home, but on this day, I was compelled to prove something to myself, though at that time, I did not yet recognise what.   I arrived home early from work one day about 4pm, and had a craving need to dress up all day. My wife had not yet arrived home and on this day, I was expecting her around 7.30pm. Almost immediately, I stripped down for my warm bath, where I also perform my weekly shaving ritual. The sensation of running the sharp razor up and down the length of my legs was so sexy plus the musk bath oils that I have mixed into the bath was sending my senses to 7th heaven. By the time I had removed all my surface hair on my legs, arms and body, I was smelling great and feeling very smooth all over, like the very day I was born. As I stepped out of the bath, I felt a chill all over my body, as I got accustomed to the room temperature. I dried and applied some body talc and proceeded to shave my 5 o'clock shadow followed by some facial moisturiser.   It was 5pm. Realising that I was taking longer than expected, I raced into my bedroom, to pick out a nice outfit to wear. As my mind wandered, I came to the idea of getting dressed up, and stopping by the local shopping center to withdraw some money and to check on my post office box. I figured that it would be kinda safe, and being mid winter, the sun would be almost setting on the western horizon by now. It would be a rather quick outing with very little risk. I started tossing this idea in my head, weighing the 'what ifs' over and over in my head until what seems like an eternity. Ten minutes passed, and I decided to do it. I picked out a casual black flair cotton dress, one I thought that would not attract too much attention. An occasion like this deserves a new pair of laced stay ups stockings, I thought. I stood in front of the mirror as I started dressing up, my bra and breast forms, my Veronica hip paddings, my stay-up stockings and finally my dress.   Next, the makeup. Since it would only be a casual trip, I'd just put some foundation on to hide my beard shadow, and face powder to smooth things out. A bit of lippy, and some mascara to accentuate my eyes and I was done. Once I attached my wig and put my shoes on, I took a final look at the mirror to make sure I did not forget anything. This part gets me every time. I gasped as I stared at the girl in the mirror. Total transformation!   I was a bit apprehensive at first about stepping out of the house. I peeped through the curtains to check if any of the neighbours were around. My tummy was turning and cramping as I collected my handbag and my keys and headed for the front door. I held my breath and in one quick moment, I stepped onto my front porch, locked the doors and walked towards my car. Once in the car, I made a quick check on the rear view mirror, and started the car, reversed, and drove down my street towards the shopping mall. My heart was pounding so hard I thought the world would hear me. As I drove, I remember the article I had read a few months earlier about the dos and dont's on stepping out. I made sure I was not speeding, and I consciously tried to relax. 'Try to act natural, and it's all in your head' the article said. A car went past, and then another, and nothing happened. My confidence started to grow as I approached the shopping center.   The sun was almost over the horizon, as I chose a parking spot close to the post office. There were a few cars parked nearby but there was visibly no one in sight. I plucked up some courage, stepped out of my car, and walked as femininely as I could to collect my mail. What an adrenalin rush! A few cars drove past in the distance, and at one point, someone came out of the shopping center to collect the shopping trolleys. I fumbled for my postbox keys in my handbag and did not notice a couple walking past me, wheeling their groceries to their car. As I stood there, in front of the post office, I felt a mixed sense of freedom and innocence, as the cool evening breeze blew my long hair across my face. As my dress fluttered in the mild breeze, I felt very sexy as the cool breeze massaged my legs and my groin. This is one sensation I have never felt before, and will never forget. I headed back to my car, after collecting my mail, and was slightly relieved to have made it this far without being noticed. I checked my makeup in the rear view mirror, and drove towards my second destination, the atm machine to withdraw some money.   As the bank was situated on the main road, I knew that this was going to make or break me. I would be noticed by a lot of peak hour traffic. 'Perhaps this would not be so bad' I remember saying to myself, because everyone else will be too busy going about their own business to bother. Still, I had to be careful not to slip up.   I found a parking spot alongside the bank few cars past the atm. I waited until there was no one queueing and quickly stepped out of my car and headed directly for the atm. As I approached the atm, a man stepped around the corner and almost bumped into me. He had obviously wanted to use the atm as well, but had not seen me coming the other way. I was stunned and quickly regained my composure, as I slipped my hand into my handbag for my purse. He apologised and offered me to go ahead of him. What a kind soul, I said to myself. I wanted to thank him, but could not bring myself to say a thing, at the risk of letting the cat out of the bag. The atm machine took what seemed like ages to process my transaction. Once done, I headed back to my car, and drove home. It was dark by the time I got home. No one could see me getting out of my car, past the front garden and into the front door of my house.   I was relieved to be home, and yet kind of disappointed that it was all over so soon. I felt very happy and contented to have achieved something that I have dreamed of for a very long time. I knew I had to venture out again soon but that's another story....