Stepping Out

I stood at the door of my kitchen with my hand on the door knob, ready to open the door and step out into the morning sunlight. My heart was pounding. I hesitated, took a deep breath, and pulled the door open. My hand touched the storm door latch and I pushed the door outward, taking a quick look around before I stepped out onto the porch and moved quickly down the steps to where my car was parked. I opened the car door and got in, and closed the door breathing a sigh of relief. Looking up to my rearview mirror I caught a glimpse of my face in the hood of my winter coat. "You beautiful gurl," I exclaimed, "you are on your way."

I was fully en femme, not an unusual thing for me as I dress regularly in the privacy of my home or homes of other Transgender or Crossdressers I visit. But this was different; I was going out of my new home for the first time fully dressed to visit a gurlfriend. Typically I would go visiting other gurls dressed in 'guy mode' and change into Samantha at their homes. Then change back to 'guy mode' before I left their place. Of course that requires me carrying a bag of clothing, make-up and trappings of a Trans. Pain in butt. This time I was going dressed, no extra baggage.

Oh what a liberating action. While I was initially worried that one of my neighbors or someone I knew in town would see me, I quickly found myself not caring. I was out driving in public as a gurl and it felt good. Leaving town and getting onto the Tri-State toll way my confidence grew and it seemed all so 'normal.' I kept taking glances at my wonderfully made-up face in the mirror, each time feeling better about myself and the fact that I am a gurl, unquestionably. {It has only been within the past year that I have come to accept Samantha as part of my being.} As I drove along I became bolder, pulling the hood of my Calvin Klein coat off so my head was exposed. Whether other drivers noticed me I don't know, but if they looked they would have seen an attractive woman filled with confidence heading somewhere. Forty minutes on the road and I arrived at my gurlfriend's house, got out of my car and walked determinedly to the door. She was totally surprised to see me dressed, and said so.

After an afternoon visiting my gurlfriend I returned home still dressed as Samantha, feeling more and more "right" about who I am and welcoming that as part of my life.