My First Walk On The Wild Side
It wasn't until I was in my mid-twenties that I plucked up the courage to leave the house dressed as a young woman. Initially, it was short walks to the end of our street (a relatively quiet suburban road in a relatively quiet town). My hair was fairly long in those days, with blonde streaks through a feather-cut. I'd comb down a fringe to my brows to give me a more feminine look. Over the years, I had tinkered with make-up, and by the time I was ready for a "Walks On The Wild Side", I was...
Crossdressing