Ever since my wife found out about Tina there seems to have been fewer opportunities to dress. Just occasionally, however, we manage to get some time to ourselves and on some of these occasions Tina can appear. Considering how I used to have confidence to go out on my own I now find it quite difficult in summoning up courage to venture out.

There have been a few times when we have driven around and I have summoned up courage to walk across a deserted car park or take a short walk across a pavement to visit an ATM. These have usually been at night, as darkness seems to act as a cloak and it also means that there is less likelihood of the neighbours seeing me as I walk out to the car.

As with most people who cross dress I get a thrill from feeling the cool air on my legs and sometimes feeling the rain as well.

On one occasion I remember being driven around for ages until I decided that I had summoned up enough courage to get out for a walk. My wife parked the car about twenty metres away from a cash machine near a supermarket so that I would have to walk a little way to the machine.

I got out of the car in as ladylike a way as I could and, having smoothed down my skirt and put the shoulder strap of my handbag on my shoulder I set off across the wet car park. As I approached the machine I realised that a quite deep and large puddle covered the area in front of it. If you look at the picture of how I was dressed then you will realise that the shoes I was wearing were not really suitable for traversing large puddles and remaining dry footed. I also realised that the puddle stretched for quite a way and in actual fact completely surrounded the area I was aiming for. Eventually I decided to tiptoe across the puddle and managed quite well without getting my feet too wet.

My wife said that it was rather funny watching my efforts to walk on tiptoe across the puddle on both the journey to the machine and back from it.

On another occasion we went for a drive and ended up in York.

On the left is a picture my wife took when we returned home.

If you have read my earlier story A Visit to York then you will know that I had ventured there before my wife knew about Tina. It was a fine dry evening and we left home before it was dark so I must have been feeling fairly confident to venture out when the neighbours may have seen me. We drove to York and parked the car on a side street and both got out and went for a walk.

The first problem was walking along the pavement and walking past people. People reading of my earlier escapades must wonder at this but I have lost a lot of confidence over the years and my last visit was twenty years previously. Nothing happened when we passed the few people who were walking along the pavement at the side of the walls. We crossed a road and looked in some shops and eventually crossed back again and followed one of the streets, which leads to the city centre.

Here there were more people and I became a little conscious of the fact that not many women were dressed in the way I was.

We window-shopped and whilst doing so my wife mentioned that the two men across the road were looking at us as they walked past. I could see their reflection in the window and agreed with her that they were and perhaps they were looking at my legs rather than realising that I was what I was.

We continued on for a little way and as we came to a side street we had to step back to allow a party of Americans to pass us. These were mainly middle-aged women and quite few smiled at us and I managed to smile back. We crossed the road and decided to return to the car. I believe that my wife was beginning to become anxious that we may be discovered and was beginning to panic a little. She is still not fully happy being out with me when I am dressed.

We slowly returned to the car and drove home. Once there we decided to have a drink and my wife took a few pictures so that I could remember how I looked on the evening. These can be seen in  the After York Gallery.

Since then on the few occasions I have managed to venture out my wife has preferred to stay in the car and allow me to walk along the pavement or even the road.

On one occasion dressed as in the picture here I was walking along a narrow country lane and realised that it must look very strange to see a woman, dressed like that and wearing the shoes I was, walking along a country lane in the dark. This was more on my mind as I was walking because a car came past and slowed right down as it passed me. Thankfully it did not stop and my wife arrived with our car just after it had passed.