I have finally done it. I have been seen dressed as a woman.

I had my therapist session this morning. I mentioned a few weeks back that I considered going there dressed. She wanted to know why I didn't.

Today I did.

I walked over to the building in the bitter cold (it was about 5 degrees Fahrenheit this morning). When I got there I went to the bathroom where I changed into my skirt and put in my fake boobs. I then walked all the way down the hall and into the waiting room, where a janitor was emptying trash. Needless to say he was a bit surprised. Apparently he went and told my shrink I was there.

She came to get me and I went into her office. After she got me some tea I told her how I finally decided to go dressed to the session. Now, granted, I didn't have on a wig or makeup but she said I looked great. She loved my skirt, and complimented me on my legs. She agreed I have the legs for a miniskirt. I did have to quickly adjust my boobs at one point.

We did discuss HRT and the costs involved. She asked me what I intend to do should I get that job. I told her I would wait a little first and get established before jumping into it. She thought that was a good idea.

She also berated me a little for wearing nylons instead of tights on such a cold day. I told her how I wore jeans walking over there.

She could tell how liberating it was. It was liberating. And I wasn't nervous, or, at least not that much. I wasn't too concerned with others seeing me as I intend to start venturing out anyway.

So I finally took that first big important step. And it feels great.

Thanks, girls.

When I got back here I changed back into my skirt. It's a cute little form fitting item. When I told her I bought it for a mere $3 at a resale shop she couldn't believe it.

If the weather was a little warmer I would have walked all the way back like that. I can't wait to go back out en femme again.

What I really liked about being dressed in front of her was that we could talk about girly things.

I don't want to go back to drab!