I had been anticipating this day for weeks. Once again Tina was going out. Once my wife had arranged to take our daughter away for the weekend I began planning. I went out and bought a few things in anticipation of spending the weekend as Tina.

I bought a black skirt suit, which had a long sleeveless top that fastened with a gold clasp at the waist. I also managed to summon up enough courage to buy a white brassiere with matching panties and a pair of black patent, 3½-inch stiletto heeled shoes. I suppose looking back on this episode that a lot of the enjoyment came from the anticipation of the event as well as the execution of it.

My wife left on the Friday evening, which left me plenty of time to shave, shower and generally cosset myself ready for the prospective trip out on the Saturday. In fact I did the usual thing of trying everything on and seeing how it looked. That night I slept in a full-slip as I did not have a night dress.

Next morning I awoke and began the process of getting ready to go out as Tina. As before this involved getting dressed to test the look and then getting partially undressed and putting my male clothes on top of the female ones so that I could leave the house without the neighbours seeing me dressed. I loaded the car and set off for a deserted car park where I had decided that I could change.

As with my first excursion I found a quiet, deserted place where I could change into Tina unobserved. Unlike my previous excursion where I went to a secluded lane I found an out of the way car park and completed the change. I had to get out of the car in the end as it was almost impossible to put on the jacket whilst seated in the car.

Once again I exhilarated in the feeling of the cool air on my legs as I smoothed down the skirt after standing up. This time the skirt was longer, reaching to mid-calf, but I still got the same feeling. I wonder why I don’t get those feelings when I wear shorts in my male persona?

The jacket was on the passenger seat so I decided to walk around the back of the car to get it out and put it on. Once there, and relishing the sound that my heels made on the surface of the car park, I opened the door and reached in for the jacket. I had just finished putting it on and was pulling the hair on my wig out from inside when another car pulled into the car park and drove, thankfully, to the opposite end.

I hurriedly fastened the clasp, closed the door and returned to the driver's side and got in. I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw a woman and three children get out of the car and busy themselves in getting things out of the back. I made myself comfortable and prepared to drive away as Tina.

I drove into the nearby town centre and into the multi-storey car park I had decided to park in. This had an attendant service where you took a ticket and paid as you left. I had already used the car park a number of times and had looked at the layout and the entrance and exits. I drove in and followed the route arrows around until I ended up on the to floor of the car park.

I drove around and eventually found a parking place near to the entrance to the lift area. I put the car parking slip into my handbag, opened the door and got out of the car, again relishing the feeling of the air on my legs and perhaps excited about being dressed in such a situation.

I walked over to the lift entrance, trying to make my steps short and feminine but one I reached the door and opened it my nerve failed me and I realised that I could not go down in the lift. What if I got in the lift and someone was in there and realised that I was a man? What would happen? How would I cope?

I knew that I could not go through with it and stepped back through the door and took stock of what I was doing. Here I was dressed as a woman and doing what I had planned to do but now I was having second thoughts. I stood for some time outside the doors to the lift and waited. Eventually I decided that I might not be able to use the lift but I could walk down the stairs. So I reopened the doors and instead of pushing the button for the lift I headed for the stairs.

There was no one else about as I set off down the stairs which was just as well as I began trying to walk down them as I would as a man. Very soon I found that the constriction of the skirt and the high heels forced me to descend in a different way. Eventually I had to turn sideways and descend holding the handrail for support. It was also about this time that I realised that I had parked the car on the top floor of the car park and that I had to walk down five floors worth of stairs. This meant eight steps to a landing and then another eight steps to the next floor. If I were going to return to the car and not use the lift I would have to retrace my steps back up the stairs in the future. I also realised that descending stairs in 3½-inch high-heeled shoes was both noisy and painful as well as requiring an amount of balance but eventually I gained the ground floor.

Once there I continued with the plan that I had formulated and anticipated. I walked out of the entrance of the car park and, amid a large number of shoppers set off towards the local bank where I intended getting some money from the ATM or as they are known locally the hole in the wall machine. As far as I was aware no one gave me a second glance which really boosted my confidence. Now I was on relatively level ground I found that I had no real difficulty walking in the shoes but found that there was a problem walking across paving slabs with thin stiletto heels.

As I neared the bank, I was heading for, my right heel went down one of the cracks between the slabs and my foot slid out of the shoe leaving it in the crack. I stopped and replaced my foot but was aware that a number of people were watching me as I did so. I carried on but felt a little embarrassed, not because I thought people had spotted me but because I felt so stupid that such a thing had happened.

I carried on to the bank and went around the corner to where the ATM outlets were and found that there was a queue. So far I felt that I had not been spotted so I had enough confidence to stand behind a man and wait for my turn on the machine. As the woman in front of him moved away and we moved forward I was aware of another man joining the queue behind me.

The man in front finished his transaction and moved away and smiled at me as he turned away. I took my wallet out of my handbag took out the card and placed it in the machine. I then typed in my PIN number and was aware of how the nail polish on my nails caught the light as I did so. I pressed the buttons to get my money and when the card was returned replaced it and my money in my wallet and replaced it in my handbag and turned to leave.

As I stepped away from the machine the man who had been standing behind me suddenly said, "Excuse me Love." and tapped me on the arm. I was a little taken aback but turned towards him and he handed me the receipt that I had left behind.

I smiled at him and mumbled thank you in a rather falsetto voice and took the proffered slip, placed it in my handbag and walked away.

I now walked into the main shopping area, which was very busy and was pleasantly surprised to find that no one pointed at me or even gave me strange looks. Buoyed up by this I began window-shopping and on occasion managed to see my reflection in some of the mirrors, which were part of some of the displays in the shops. Whist looking in them I tried to see how people around were reacting to me and it seemed as if they were ignoring me apart from the occasional look. No one was actively goggling or pointing me out. My confidence was increasing so I took my courage in both hands and decided to enter a large department store and walk through to the other side.

Once in through the main doors, which a kind man held open for me as I approached, I was amazed at how warm it felt. I was also aware of how much closer people were as you were forced into aisles in between counters. In fact at one time I had to stop to allow some people in front of me to pass before I attempted to go through a narrow gap between two people. In negotiating the gap I stumbled against one of the women and managed to mumble sorry. She looked really long and hard at me and then looked me up and down. I hurried on as best I could through the throng and eventually exited the shop.

I was sure that she had spotted me and was waiting for the hue and cry of "look at him" etc. which thankfully never came. I had, though, lost some of my nerve and walked around the outside of the store on my way back to the car park. On the way there it occurred to me that, as much as I enjoyed wearing 3½ inch high heels, walking in them for any real distance was difficult and made my feet hurt if they did not fit properly. It is always very difficult buying shoes but I decided that if I bought shoes in the future I would try and make sure that they were the correct size and that they fitted properly, even to the extent of perhaps taking them back if they did not fit.

I eventually returned to the car park entrance where I, once again, decided not to use the lift.

Unfortunately this meant that I had to walk up the ten flights of stairs I had so recently descended. I also found that the skirt restricted the amount I could step up and I had to partly lift the front hem of it so that I could step up. Eventually I managed to reach the top floor and returned to my car.

Once inside I found my parking slip and worked out how much I would have to pay and put it ready on the passenger seat. I started the car and drove to the paying kiosk. I handed in the slip and the cashier asked for the money, which I gave him. He didn't give me a second glance as I drove out of the car park and back to the place where I had transformed myself into Tina earlier.

Once there I dressed in my male clothes and drove home.