As usual on these forays I showered, shaved and rubbed myself all over with moisturiser before beginning the process of dressing. This time I used two pairs of control panties as I found that they added bulk to my hips and bottom. They also allowed me to tuck myself away so there were no unsightly bulges that might give me away.

Once this was done I made myself up using foundation to cover my beard shadow and powder on top. This took some time but eventually I was satisfied with the result.

I then dressed in a black lacy brassiere that I filled with water filled balloons. Sheer black tights followed with lacy panties, matching the brassiere, on top of them. On top of these I put on a short full slip which came to six inches above my knees and had a six-inch lace hem.

I then put on a black, slightly patterned satin blouse with full-length sleeves. This had three button cuffs that were slightly hard to fasten. This I tucked into the black, gently A-line skirt that came to just below my knees. The skirt had belt loops and through these I threaded a black polished, not patent, leather belt with a decorative gold buckle. This I then fastened up so that my waist was pulled in slightly.

I then put on the wig I had decided to wear which was a dark brown pageboy style. I then put on the shoes I had managed to buy the weekend before. These were black leather high-heeled court shoes with a three and a half-inch thin heel. There was a small detail on the vamp including a small golden clip as a decoration. Just for once I had not opted for patent leather. I had tried them on earlier and was very impressed with the way that they felt and how comfy they were. Please remember that this was the early 1980s when thin high heels were still in fashion.

I next did my nails by using false nails and sticking them on. I then coloured them with nail varnish that matched my lipstick. Once this was dry I added a bracelet, one of my wife's watches, some clip on earrings and a necklace as well as an old pair of my wife's spectacles which I could just about see through, although not well enough to drive. Finally I put on the black and white hounds tooth jacket which I had bought with the skirt. I teamed this with a black shoulder bag and looked at Tina in the mirror being quite pleased with the overall effect.

Eventually just after mid day came the usual procedure of covering the things I was wearing with my male outer garments. I removed the shoes and replaced them with trainers and put them in a carrier bag along with my jacket, earrings, handbag and wig. I then put a top on over the blouse and took the things in the carrier bag out to the car. Once this was done I locked the house and backed the car out of the drive, being careful not to show my long shiny nails to the neighbours.

I drove to a quiet car park where I had changed once before removed my jeans and top, hastily putting the wig on immediately afterwards in case anyone should come along. I removed my trainers and slid my nylon-clad feet into the shoes and then opened the door to get out of the car so that I could allow my skirt to fall around my knees. Just as I stood up and my skirt fell to my knees a car drove into the car park and pulled up a few spaces away from me. I shook myself as though I was stretching and put my hands behind my neck and fluffed up my hair as though I had just got out of the car from a long journey. I then got back into the car and reached into my bag and put on my earrings.

No one got out of the car and I could see that the driver was busy looking at some kind of paperwork, which he had planted across his steering wheel. I started the car and drove past him as I made my way out of the car park and headed towards York.

I can't remember why I had decided to visit York. Perhaps it was because it was quite a distance away from where I live normally. Perhaps it was because it meant a drive during which time I could anticipate the walk I was going to have around the city. The day was fine and the sun was out as I drove there and I was not in a rush so I drove well within the speed limit.

On reaching York I had to decide where to park. I knew of a few car parks and eventually opted for a pay and display park near Clifford's Tower. This had the added bonus of not only being near the centre but also there was no attendant to pay on the way out. Once I stopped I took off my male spectacles and put on the pair I had brought of my wife's. I could not see perfectly but I could see well enough to be able to walk around and even read signs in shops.

As I got out of the car I realised that although it was fine and sunny there was a strong breeze blowing because it lifted the hem of my skirt forcing me to put my hand down to force it back down. I reached into the car and took out my handbag, shut the door and walked across to the pay machine where there was a short queue. I stood in line waiting for my turn and when it was took my purse from my bag and purchased a ticket. I was not sure how long I was going to be able to keep this up so I bought a ticket for two hours.

I returned to the car and displayed the ticket and then reached in and took the jacket and put it on. I arranged the collar of the blouse so that it opened on top of the jacket and pulled my hair out from inside where some of it had become caught. I then fastened the jacket's three buttons and placing my bag on my right shoulder prepared to set off for a walk. I locked the car door, placed the keys in my bag and turned to walk out of the car park.

It was a Saturday afternoon and York was quite busy as I left the car park and wandered towards the Jorvik Viking Centre in Coppergate. I was still a little nervous but none of the people who walked past me seemed to react in any way, other than looking at me as they would normally or moving to pas in the usual way. Perhaps it was the spectacles that altered my view but I began to feel quite relaxed as I sauntered towards Coppergate.

As a young woman walked past me that I realised that I had heard her heels clicking on the paving slabs as she walked behind me and as she passed but I could not really hear my heels clicking as I usually could on previous excursions. She was obviously rushing to be somewhere because she disappeared into the throng of people in front of me as I carried on walking. I was aware that my heels were making some noise but they were relatively silent compared to hers.
I continued on until I reached Coppergate and then waited to cross the road on the pedestrian crossing. It was very busy. So much so that as I started to cross the lights must have just begun to change and the car at the front began to ease forward. I tried to run but realised that I was in high heels and that it was not very practical so I quickly shuffled across to the other side. It was as I reached there that I noticed that I still had my right hand resting on my bag but my left hand had risen up from the elbow to help me balance as I trotted across the road. I felt that this was rather a female mannerism that could partly be due to the heels but also to the way I was feeling.

I walked up Coppergate and then across the end of Coney Street to the end of the bridge across the river. Here I paused, leaned against the parapet and looked at the river. The wind was stronger here and my skirt and hair were being blown about but I luxuriated in the feeling of being out dressed as I was. I stayed there for some time looking at the boats on the river and the people walking past but eventually I left and returned to Coney Street and proceeded to window shop as I walked along.

Granted I could not see as well as I could using my own spectacles but I could see well enough to be able to notice either my reflection in the glass of the windows or, on occasion, my reflection in the mirrors on some of the displays.

I walked as far as Saint Helen's Square, which I crossed and then wandered up Stonegate towards the Minster. I thought about going and having a walk around inside the Minster but decided against it. I then wandered along Petergate until I arrived at the square where The Shambles leaves. Here there was a street entertainer doing his thing and I stood a while to watching him. I then went off along The Shambles and made my way back towards Coppergate.
I decided to make my way back to the car as, on looking at my watch, I had been wandering about for well over an hour and a half. In all that time I never felt as though anyone was looking at me in any way to suppose that they had realised that I was not female. I had been aware of one or two, mainly males who turned and looked at me but on no occasion did I think that I had been spotted. Once back at the car I decided to take my jacket off and lay it on the back seat and then I sat in the driver's seat and started the engine.

Nothing happened. I tried again. Again, nothing happened.

Panic began to set in. What was I going to do? Here I was sitting in a busy car park dressed up with a dead car. The RAC, of which I was a member, would be able to come and fix the car I was sure but how was I going to reconcile the fact that the member was male and here I was dressed as a female.

I sat and thought. Took some long slow breaths and calmed myself down.

I turned the key again and again there was nothing from the engine but my mind had started to work after the first blind panic and I was aware that the lights on the dashboard had come on and the radio was working. The car's electric system was working so there must be a loose connection somewhere. Exactly where was the problem, as, even though I am a man, I did not really have a fantastic knowledge of the electrical workings of the inside of the engine compartment.

I leaned over and pulled the handle to open the bonnet, got out of the car and walked around to the front and lifted and locked it in place. I then leaned in and looked. Every thing seemed to be connected. I fiddled around with a couple of wires but nothing seemed to be loose so I walked round to the drivers side and got in and tried again.

Once again the radio came on but the engine did not turn. In fact there was a definite click when I turned the key.

I got out again and had another look. Nothing leapt out as being wrong as I leaned underneath the bonnet. Suddenly I was aware that someone had walked up to my side.

"Is there something wrong, love?" he asked looking into the engine compartment with me.

I must have jumped because he immediately apologised for suddenly appearing.
I managed to keep my wits about me and said in a slightly higher voice than my own but without squeaking that when I turned the key there was a click and nothing happened.

"Do any of the car's electric systems work?" he asked.

To which I answered, "The lights on the dashboard and the radio work."

"You know I used to have one of these cars and there is often a fault with the solenoid to the starter motor. Sometimes the lead comes adrift. Have you had any problems before?" he went on.

" Not really." I replied.

"Just a minute." he said and lay down on the floor and fiddled about under the car.

As he did so I was aware that he looked at my legs as he bent down and when he was lying under the car he could probably see up my skirt so I stepped back a little.

"Could you get back in and try starting it up again." he said from beneath the car.

I walked back round to the driver's side, got in, tried turning the key again and the engine burst into life. You can have no idea the amount of relief I felt at that moment.

He stood up, put the bonnet back down and then came around to my side of the car so I wound the window down.

"You had a loose wire on the solenoid," he said. "You probably need to get someone to tighten up your connection for you, love. It happens sometimes on these cars."

I smiled at him and in my best voice thanked him and wound the window back up. I then backed the car out of my parking space and drove out of the car park.

I could not believe what had just happened. A knight, perhaps not in shining armour, had come to my rescue and had saved me the problem of getting help. He did not seem to realise that I was not what I seemed. I really boosted my ego to think that he had come to help a poor helpless female in her hour of need. I was really grateful to him for the help he had given.

As I drove back towards home I reflected on the outing I had just had. I had not felt threatened at any time and had felt entirely feminine at times during the afternoon. In fact I had quite liked the way the man had helped me and even the way he had looked at my legs as he got beneath the car. I actually wondered if he would have offered his help so readily if I had not appeared female and in distress.

On the way back home I decided that I was having such a good time that I would stop and have a walk. I pulled into a secluded car park near a woodland area and got out of the car. I opened the rear door and took out my jacket and put it on and then got my handbag and slung it over my right shoulder as I had done earlier on that afternoon. I locked the car and set off for a wander in the woods.

After about on hundred metres I realised that I was not really dressed for walking in the woods. High heels did not really go very well with the muddy path I was walking on and the skirt and jacket were really suited more to town than country so I turned round and went back to the car.

It was then I decided that I needed to get back home so, as it was secluded I changed into my male attire and drove back home. Still remembering the feeling I had felt all afternoon of being a lady about town and no one really objected to me being there.