Skydiving

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Skydiving

Postby jamodu » Mon Oct 15, 2018 2:09 pm

One activity that would cause me great anxiety is Skydiving – even the mere thought of it: deliberately leaping into an unknown environment, not fully knowing if you will emerge unscathed from the event. Not as dramatic, the idea of wearing a Skirt or Dress outside the comfort and safety of my own home is comparably daunting – but without the safety net that a Parachute would otherwise provide in Skydiving.

Often, I enviously read of those here that openly wear Skirts or Dresses when outside for all the public to view, without apparent care for any prejudice that might be directed at them. I’ve long believed that I could never do that. While many Men struggle for spousal acceptance of true clothing equality – and I’ve experienced my fair share of that too – some guys have not only achieved such spousal acceptance but have actively demonstrated their courage in exhibiting such clothing equality outside the home. I admire those that have done so.

Even so, last month I accomplished what, for me, was the equivalent of Skydiving – metaphorically speaking: not literally. That is, for the first time, I ventured outside the comfort and security of my home, fully dressed in a free-style fashion. Why now?

By year’s-end I will reach my 60th birthday. Sporadically, I’ve been wearing Stockings and Tights since I was 7 year’s old. I’ve been wearing Tights regularly for the past 10 years. During that whole time, I snatched the exceptionally rare chance of trying-on clothes from the alternative side of the aisle. Invariably, these were never in my true size. Like others here, there’s not the slightest deviant sentiment from dressing in a manner that is both relaxing and comfortable. Today, no one is likely to accuse Women of being deviant in their wearing of clothes from the other side of the aisle. During the past 5 years, my wardrobe has steadily broadened, and is now equally populated by both sides of the clothing aisle – and I routinely mix and match such clothing items.

Last year, the notion of actually going outside, dressed in a Skirt began to infiltrate my consciousness – especially after I had purchased a smart Midnight Blue Single-Breasted Coat from Bonmarche. Instinctively, my otherwise accepting Wife freaked-out big time on hearing this plan. It was one thing ‘dressing up’ (as she calls it) around the house, but this was too much. To make the situation a near-reality, I tested the water. I had donned a full freestyle-fashion outfit, and had presented myself for her attention before going outside one evening. My idea was not to give her too much time to think it over. It’s advisable not to ask for an opinion but to notify on intentions. If you ask for an opinion you will get one, whether you like it or not. That’s how I overcame my spousal issue on my routine hosiery wearing. Over the next few weeks we occasionally talked about it further. With such a milestone birthday ahead this was something I wanted to achieve in directly marking the event (albeit unconventional). I was giving her advance notification. Explicitly, I was resolute on what I was planning. Once she ‘got her head around the idea’ – and that I wasn’t going to immediately fulfil my ambition – she said that she had come to terms with it – but such an ‘idea’ had yet to materialise in ‘reality’.

That was some 10 months ago, and I wasn’t planning on venturing outside ‘fully dressed’ (as my Wife also refers to it) for another 2 months. Even so, it was only a ‘notion’ – an ‘idea’ at the very least. Would I actually go through with it? Would I bail out at the last moment, faced with the incredulity of actually doing it? What if someone I knew saw me dressed like that? How would they react? What would I do if they did see me? In theory, I had often meditated on the planned route that I would take. I live in a large suburb within a large metropolitan city. Some may call me fainthearted for not doing so, but if I did venture outdoors I concluded that it would be at night and not during daylight hours. For now, I’m definitely not that courageous.

When I awoke that Friday morning I hadn’t made any predetermined plans for the day ahead. In my near 40-year relationship my Wife sometimes makes known her liking on any given attire that I wear. On that day, my Wife advocated a specific outfit. This included my Dorothy Perkins Navy Bodycon Dress, my mid-length Navy Cardigan by George, my M&S Navy 30 Denier Semi-Opaque Tights (I would have chosen 20 Denier Pewter Tights by John Lewis instead), plus my Navy Suede Court Shoes by Hotter. I refer to them as ‘my’ clothes because ‘I’ bought them. They are in ‘my’ size, and they belong to ‘me’ – not anyone else. Habitually, I like to dress in a co-ordinated manner, and in a ‘conservative’ style that is age appropriate. It just so happens that my Wife had co-ordinated my clothing on that particular day.

It was almost the end of September. It had been a very pleasant day with nothing but clear-blue sunny skies above. Although daytime temperatures were akin to late Spring, night-time temperatures were decidedly chilly as befits early Autumn. By mid to late afternoon, for no apparent reason, I resolved to undertake my objective today. I cannot explain why the notion occurred to me on that specific day. I wasn’t completely certain about it, but it was more likely. I kept the plan from my Wife until the last possible moment. That was more about consideration for her and to ease any anxiety on her part rather than mine. Even at early dinner I hadn’t completely determined to go through with it. I was more interested in eating.

Shortly after dinner, while still dusk outside, I initially retreated upstairs as I often do to change and settle-in for the evening ahead. Subconsciously, as I entered the bedroom, I casually retrieved my Bonmarche Single Breasted Coat from the Wardrobe, my matching Bonmarche micro-fleece Gloves, and my Eastex mixed Navy and White foil Scarf. I also picked-up my Clarks’ Cross-Body Handbag. No pockets necessitate a Handbag (to hold my house keys and iPhone). Altogether, it complimented my age-related ‘snow on the roof’ hairstyle. With quiet determination I headed downstairs into the lounge where my Wife was watching television. “Why are you dressed like that?” was her surprised greeting. “I’ve decided to go for a walk”, I calmly responded. I wasn’t asking for her permission nor for her opinion. I was informing her on my intent. At this point, I didn’t receive any message of encouragement – not that I expected one - but instead was surprised by her caution on how risky it is for a Woman to be walking alone at night – and how worried she would be if anything happened to me. I didn’t facilitate further opportunity to talk me out of it. I was now on autopilot as I promptly headed towards the front hallway lobby and the front door.

It was still dusk. A perfect balance between daylight and night-time. It was within the late rush hour period too. Next, as I switched-off the external security lights (so that no-one could see me leave or return), and as I then reached for the porch door, my next-door neighbour unexpectantly arrived home, car headlights blazing. I quickly retreated, my evening walk looked to be scuppered before it could even begin. I waited 5 minutes or so for him to completely go inside, as he is notorious for taking his time. It was getting darker by the minute. Then, eventually, the coast was clear.

I really was on autopilot. I didn’t have any emotions either way on if this was a good idea or not. Single-minded, I opened both external doors, swiftly exited the building and walked down the steps to pavement level. I was well and truly without a safety net. This was the point at which I might have entirely lost my courage and bolted back into the house as fast as I could. I didn’t. Holding securely onto my Handbag strap with one hand as a security comforter I strode onwards, meandering throughout the well-populated Avenue. There were no palpitations on my part. No elevated heart rate. No anxiety. No fear. No embarrassment. It’s not like somebody had forced me into a Dress for the first time against my will. I was used to dressing this way – just not outdoors. Even so, the sensation of clear cold night air on my legs was immediate and palpable, even though I was wearing Semi-Opaque Tights. This feeling was unlike wearing stealthy sheer Nude coloured Tights under shorts when I sometimes ventured out into my rear garden during the Summer. This everyday commonplace and unconscious experience for Women was completely new to me. In hindsight, it didn’t completely permeate up my knee length Dress as might be expected. Had I ventured outside at the time of my forthcoming birthday, I had planned to wear my Clarks’ Black knee-length Boots alongside much thicker Black 100 Denier M&S Winter Tights – plus my Eastex Cossack style Hat. By then, the Winter weather would have been far less amenable to wearing the Court Shoes that I was now wearing.

I didn’t have that much time to think about this new sensation. Why? The narrow block heels on my Court Shoes were revealing a disproportionate amount of noise as I walked on hard Tarmac. This doesn’t happen when walking on the tiled floors at home. To my Ears, it resembled stomping on the pavement like a Jackhammer. Their volume level was turned up to 11. Surely, this was loud enough to bring everyone out of their homes to see what all the noise was all about! I’m done for already! No. All was fine. I remained alone. At that point, I stopped walking in full ‘Man strides’- taking a ‘shallower’ walking style instead - that was appropriate in wearing such a close-fitting Dress. I had to abruptly forget how I ordinarily went about my business in the confines of my home, but in a manner that didn’t draw unnecessary attention. It was time to savour and appreciate the experience, without undue haste.

By chance, I was covertly dressed all in Navy, that merged anonymously into the evening light – albeit one illuminated by bright LED street lighting. I hadn’t planned my attire that way. It was just coincidence. As I walked through the multi-veined Avenue I headed towards the main road. My confidence increased as I strolled. We are all used to checking ourselves in the mirror at home to see what we look like, and dressed as we like. Outside, I was wryly thinking ‘where’s my personal photographer when I need one?’ I had no opportunity to fully appreciate if I looked as confident as I felt at that moment. Sadly, I wouldn’t have a record of my achievement. Not that I own one, but carrying a selfie-stick in my Handbag wouldn’t have helped. Had I used such a device it would have drawn unjustified attention: why would an elderly lady be taking selfies of herself at night time?

A rapid succession of cars passed up and down the main road. The street lights there were much brighter. Approaching the corner kerb, a couple (Man and Woman) were intently heading towards me to my right at close quarter – just a few short metres away. Effectively, I was dressed incognito. In this light it wasn’t obvious that I was a Man ‘dressed up in Women’s clothes’. This was a clear example of real-world ‘cognitive dissonance’. Evidently, I hadn’t registered on their immediate radar. I hadn’t abruptly jarred them out of their conversation, either. Surprisingly unfazed, I walked onwards across the busy main road. I walked the full length of the downhill Drive ahead, past multiple homes, followed by the equally lengthy Lane that intersected it, completely on my own. No one else was there. Unhurried, I eventually circled back on myself to the main road some distance away. The side roads were more dimly lit, but the house frontages were closer to the roadside. The lounge lights in several of these homes illumined my path. Their curtains were undrawn. At any moment, I thought, I will be caught out for sure: will some of them emerge from their homes to gaze on this strange manifestation? Once more, I need not have concerned myself. Nothing happened.

Nothing happened when I crossed the main road once more. Despite numerous cars passing from either direction, none of the drivers were startled nor distracted by my unorthodox appearance. Nor did they crash their vehicles on seeing me. Neither did anyone stop to verbally abuse me. I was just another person going about their normal lawful business. My long walk continued unabated. This was another Lane of some considerable length. Eventually, I noticed a shadowy figure approaching me from the opposite direction. Unmistakably, it was a Dog walker. As he drew closer I discerned that he was an older Man like myself. As is convention these days, passing strangers do not acknowledge each other. This was no exception, and he walked by as though I didn’t exist. Another illustration of cognitive dissonance.

At home, when it gets dark, I always draw the curtains: at a basic security level I don’t want to reveal to anyone who passes-by on the nature of my home contents (let alone on what I’m wearing). The living rooms in most homes on the Lane where I was now located were brightly lit. Their close proximity to the pavement meant that I could clearly hear the television shows they were watching. My presence immediately outside their dwelling was probably little more than a passing silhouette. Over time, sufficient individuals must have equally passed by their premises for them not to be alerted by such a presence. Certainly, no one was about to chase me branding pitch forks, shouting ‘freak!’ The local Police Station happened to be located relatively close by. It’s plausible that I might have crossed paths with Police personnel making their way back to the Station… Who am I kidding: I couldn’t recall the last time I saw an active Police presence anywhere near my home.

By now I was steadily approaching the route back to my home from completely the opposite direction from where I first set out. Another elderly Dog walker slowly approached me as I made my way back home through the Close that is enroute to the rear of my home Avenue. The resolve is to walk at a steady slow pace, without giving any subliminal acknowledgment that this isn’t anything else but a ‘normal’ encounter. Again, no reaction. I had been invisible to him. Had I been wearing my normal clothing I doubt that my presence would have been acknowledged – such is modern society.

On the final home run, so to speak, I walked upwards on one of the many off-shoots in my Avenue. Another two left turns and I would arrive home – except there was a challenging obstacle ahead of me: one that I hadn’t considered in advance. Undeniably, this time I would be caught out!

Half-way up the hill, on the opposite side of the relatively narrow Avenue was a group of young Women socialising outside one of the houses. I perceived they were aged in their late teens or very early twenties. In my peripheral vision, I estimated that there were 6 of them at least. They were being particularly noisy, chatty and boisterous. I stared straight ahead, gripping tighter onto my Handbag, not wishing to draw any attention to myself by not glancing in their overall direction - no matter how difficult that was. One of them was bound to look up and see me. Certainly, they would instantly call on the attention of all their friends to the spectacle noisily walking on the opposite side of the Avenue. Would I be rapidly flanked by a hoard of camera phones, with recorded details of the encounter posted online later that evening?

No. Nothing happened. Not an untoward glance in my direction from any one of them: they were far too busy, engrossed in their own little world. How is it possible for such a large group of Women to simultaneously conduct multiple conversations without individual voices being drowned out, and still be able to understand each other? Not even my perceptively loud heels were enough to compete with all of that. I must have appeared to them as being just an elderly lady walking past them on her way home – albeit a tall one at that (I’m 5’ 10”). For them, there was nothing to witness out of the ordinary. Then again, I was dressed appropriately. I wasn’t wearing vibrant colours that would have appeared at odds with a stereotype of what an otherwise elderly Woman might normally be wearing at that time of night.

I turned the corner one final time. I took my keys out of my Handbag and casually walked up the steps to my front door. I deliberately did not turn around to check if any immediate neighbours had seen me. On turning the key into the lock, the door readily opened and I was safely back home once more. I hadn’t realised just how cold it had been outside. The difference between house temperature and outside, even though the heating wasn’t switched on, was significant. Given the layers that I was wearing I soon became too warm. That said, my Tights clearly weren’t adequate to ward off the outside cold air, as my legs were now smarting with the rapid change from cold to the inside warmth.

I paused for a moment. ‘Oh, was that it?’, I pondered. I suppose because I couldn’t readily see what I had been wearing that I wasn’t too self-conscious on what I was wearing during my adventure – which must have been almost 2 miles in distance. “I’m back”, I quietly announced as I entered the living room. “How did it go”, my Wife genuinely asked. “Did you meet anyone”. I responded, “I just went for a walk. It was good”. I expected my Wife to press me for further details but she didn’t.

I patiently waited for over a week for my Wife to quiz me on precisely where I went, and if anyone reacted to me dressed as I was. Eventually, I couldn’t keep it to myself, and willingly proffered a résumé of my adventure. She didn’t seem unfazed by my story, and didn’t offer any significant reaction. Maybe I should be grateful. She could have negatively reacted instead. It was like it never transpired. Inexplicably, I feel quite indifferent about it. Was it ‘liberating’ or ‘exciting’. It definitely wasn’t the latter, and I’m completely unclear about the former. I was simply wearing clothes. What’s exciting about that? Then again, if I truly believed in clothing equality then wearing any combination of clothes should be, well, normal. Yet, I strongly doubt that someone else who had only recently started dressing in a similar fashion would have remained so composed. I wouldn’t advocate it for a novice. Notwithstanding, I remain surprised by my calmness on my successful adventure. Neither am I thinking that ‘I must do it again, as soon as possible’. I certainly didn’t experience any type of adrenalin rush during my walk, dressed as I was. Probably, I might venture outside again as my birthday imminently draws even closer: simply to commemorate the actual milestone event. That said, the idea and personal resolve to do it for the first time again simply isn’t there. You can’t dip your feet into the same river twice. It’s similar to setting yourself a given task: you’ve undertaken that task, you’ve accomplished your objective, and you don’t really need to do it again. How odd.
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Re: Skydiving

Postby Fred in Skirts » Mon Oct 15, 2018 7:30 pm

Well it sounds like you had what most of us have experienced, that it isn't a big deal. I wear skirts and tops all of the time. I remember my first time out in the public eye. It was a short car drive and a stop at a convenience store for a drink. It was so normal it was just like I was wearing shorts and no one even noticed. I then slowly started to go out more and more. I had to wear a skirt for medical reasons so I really had no choice at the time. Now it is just normal!

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Re: Skydiving

Postby oldsalt1 » Mon Oct 15, 2018 11:22 pm

When you start skydiving the first thing you do is not jump out of a plane at 3000 feet.
You start a few feet off the ground and learn how to hit and roll.

Its the same with wearing a skirt in public you don't start by parading down you neighborhood street in a full out outfit. Small steps No big promotion 5 minutes to dress out of the house and back home in a flash

Tomorrow later at night put on a regular outfit shirt jeans sneakers. but instead of the jeans put on a denim skirt. Than get in the car and go to a gas or petrol station depending on what side of the ocean you are on get out fill up the car than head home.

the next night you put the same outfit on and go to a deli or paper store run in get something get out and go home small steps no big production.


That's how I started. Tomorrow I am meeting my son for lunch that's a commuter train into NYC a subway ride and a walk across town but I started by sneaking out to get gas.
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Re: Skydiving

Postby kilty » Tue Oct 16, 2018 12:06 am

Sounds great! Well done, OP! I started off with small trips to put out the rubbish, in the security of an 'invisible denim' skirt, later on, walks at night, realised it was getting cold and needed tights, then realised I needed smarter shoes, so boots and pumps followed, then smarter skirts and blouses... my style is similar to Mark's but I don't look as good as him at work :oops: typical dark colours, the boldest I've gone is floral, or a white pencil skirt, but it is thin so don't wear it often because of knicker lines if I have no slip. Soon you will be visiting shopping malls and galleries like JeffB! :mrgreen: The fear comes from us, aside from some girls taking my picture, I've not encoutered much problems, as either people aren't bothered as in years gone by. With more Trans awareness, I think people aren't so quick to be negative. Many of us may not want to come under that umbrella so to speak, but it may afford us easier passage and acceptance in the wider world. The sky didn't fall in, the world continues, yet the first time returning home, I had the same sense of anticlimax... I think we can expect too much, often negative responses.

Its the lack of confidence or creeping around as if ashamed of what youre doing that will make people stare more. A guy in a skirt is just a guy in a skirt. Every summer, be it schoolboys, bus drivers, builders etc there's headlines about guys wearing skirts to stay cool, but the comments are more in favour. Well done skydiving! :sunny:
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Re: Skydiving

Postby weeladdie18 » Wed Oct 17, 2018 7:34 pm

Well done , I would say that is normal start to a retirement skirting pastime. Sometimes in the early days I would leave home in my male clothes
and change before I arrived at the next town. It is a complicated experience establishing what one feels one can successfully wear
" out on the street " as " Man in a Skirt ".

I had an interesting report from a friend recently...I drove past him recently while he was talking to another gentleman.
The gentleman said to my friend " Who is that chap, why does he wear a kilt ? "...........My friend replied " They are all like that where he lives. "

Well, you cannot argue with that statement if you have never been there......The style of dress does vary from region to region. .......weeladdie
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Re: Skydiving

Postby lazerr » Wed Oct 17, 2018 9:34 pm

I love these walking around skirted stories. Thanks for it, it helps me stretch out my excursions.

I do find myself stumbling for words when asked "Why do you wear a skirt? Strangely, it isn't asked that much, mostly only family members ask. I also have one male friend who seems absolutely baffled by it, but he "Skirts the issue" and says nothing, but an occasional strange grin.

Seems that it's young women that ask "are you wearing a skirt?". and when I say yes, they always comment on how nice it looks. The young teens in the neighborhood just go right to the compliments, I figure they don't see it as all that strange. My answer isn't too clever, I usually just say thanks, or I find it very comfortable.
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Re: Skydiving

Postby Caultron » Thu Oct 18, 2018 3:49 am

lazerr wrote:I love these walking around skirted stories. Thanks for it, it helps me stretch out my excursions.

I do find myself stumbling for words when asked "Why do you wear a skirt?

It's comfortable.
Just goofing around.
I'm a nutcase.
I've been wearing pants my whole life and I'm tired of it.
Great freedom of movement, outstanding ventilation, no chaffing...
Why do you? (if asker is female or skirted)
Courage, conviction, nerve, verve, dash, panache, guts, nuts, balls, gall, élan, stones, whatever. Get some and get skirted.

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Re: Skydiving

Postby Pdxfashionpioneer » Thu Oct 25, 2018 8:39 am

Bravo Jamodu! I will bet all of us, myself included, have gone outside for the first time at night.

The very few times people have asked me why I wear dresses I have told them it's something I wanted to do my whole life. If they were to follow up with, "Okay, why do you continue to?" I would tell them it's because I like the way they look, the way they look on me, the way they feel, the way they make me feel, the way I act toward people when I'm in a dress (I'm nicer and more outgoing.) and the way people act toward me.

Yes, you read that right, people seem to be nicer to me and more likely to engage me in conversation. They're absolutely more likely to compliment me on my appearance. In one store I shop at often there are associates who keep an eye out for me to see what I'm wearing, or in one case to take a close look at my jewelry. I wear my late mother's old jewelry a lot and my friend at the store particularly likes them.

During my road trip I learned that those responses aren't restricted to Portland. Most people admire free spirits and more to the point, they really like people who are open, honest and genuine.

Think about that last one a little. Nearly all of us have mentioned that wearing a skirt or dress is "liberating." What wearing a skirt liberates is your genuine self that has been yearning to express itself.

So, Jamodu you should be glad that your walk in a dress was a non-event for your neighbors. And you should take it as encouragement to go out more. If some time your wife again mentions the danger of walking alone at night, tell her, "I wouldn't be alone if you came with me!" And ask her to join you!

After you've done that, tell us what happened next, when you get a chance. I'll bet you and your wife will be too busy doing things together to write!
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Re: Skydiving

Postby lazerr » Thu Oct 25, 2018 2:39 pm

I've noticed that I am also more outgoing when out with the skirt on. Normally I won't talk to strangers, but I do easily when in the skirt. I think it is because I have already broken the ice somehow (I realize it's all in my head). I do find that when I am skirted, people seem to smile more, especially women. I think it is because I am not a threat in their minds. I also am trying to come across as confident, and that makes me more confident (self talk works)
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Re: Skydiving

Postby weeladdie18 » Thu Oct 25, 2018 6:35 pm

There is a whole current thread on compliments paid to the " Man in a Skirt " regarding his skirt outfit. It is worth reading....
Any " Man in a Skirt " who puts a bit of thought into getting his skirt outfit together will sooner or later receive a compliment on
his skirt outfit........It is pleasant to get a skirt outfit together which the lassies admire................ ..........weeladdie...
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Re: Skydiving

Postby jamodu » Fri Oct 26, 2018 1:24 pm

About a fortnight after my initial excursion, I took it into my head to travel with my Wife 'dressed-up' to one of the major and nearby shopping towns during the daytime.

Despite my best efforts my Wife wasn't keen. One problem is that there's a very significant height difference between the two of us. She alluded to people being easily able to distinguish this height difference between a Woman and a Man dressed-up like a Woman. That is, together, we wouldn't be presenting a stealthy appearance without drawing unnecessary attention.

I would rather have my Wife as a willing participant in such an endeavour.
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Re: Skydiving

Postby oldsalt1 » Fri Oct 26, 2018 9:57 pm

I am going to say this again you are trying to take giant leaps when you should start with small steps. You may be ok with it but she is not comfortable. Basically you are trying to ram it down her throat.

And it doesn't have to be a full day shopping trip. The first time a trip to the dinner or a movie. a couple of towns away from home .

When you go the full route you are going out as a man dressed as a woman. Break it in slowly. Just go out with your normal clothes but switch your pants for a skirt.


Make the suggestion that you are just going to be wearing a skirt and see what your wife's reaction is.
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Re: Skydiving

Postby Sinned » Sat Oct 27, 2018 8:34 am

I agree with OS, you're going much too fast. When I first started skirting both MOH and I thought that you had to go the full Monty but I soon discovered that that was too much hassle at that time. I found that I just wanted to wear a skirt then so that's what I did. Now I want to go a bit further, but not as far as some others, and I tailor what I can do with what I can get away with with MOH. Some things are not for me such as most dresses. But don't think that the full monty is necessary - it isn't. Take it slowly.
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Re: Skydiving

Postby jamodu » Thu Nov 01, 2018 8:04 pm

Today, I experienced my second pleasant excursion outside. My Wife asked me to take her across town in our car to her hairdressers. It was an evening appointment. I was pleased to do so, but I informed her well in advance that I would do so ‘dressed up’. She readily agreed without any hesitation nor with the slightest complaint.

When we set off, outside, it was a cold 4c degrees.

During the day, I had been wearing an Eastex Burgundy Full Panel Midi length Skirt with matching M&S 40 Denier Burgundy Opaque Tights - but mixed with my Men’s M&S Burgundy Cable Knit Jumper and long-sleeved Burgundy T-Shirt. The Skirt was too long for driving, so I changed for the latest night time excursion.

Outwardly, I changed into my Bonmarche Midnight Navy Single-Breasted Coat, with Bonmarche Black Cossack Hat and Micro Fleece Gloves - and Eastex mixed Navy/White Foil Scarf. Also, I wore my Bonmarche Black Ponte knee-length Skirt, together with my M&S Black Harlequin patterned Bodyshaper Opaque fashion Tights, my Dorothy Perkins Lilac Cable Knit Jumper, and Clark’s Black Ballet Pumps. My Wife advised me that it was more practical to drive in ‘flats’ rather than Court Shoes. How considerate that was of her.

The whole espisode was another non-event. Unlike the last time I exited my home, she told me to leave the external security lights switched-on. Clearly, she wasn’t concerned that anyone should see me ‘dressed up’. We exited the home as we ordinarily would do at any other time without fuss, got in the car and drove off. We navigated the busy tail-end of the late rush-hour traffic without incident. We exchanged the usual cordial pleasantries enroute, and arrived in no time at our destination.

I drove back home without her, parked the car on the drive, and let myself back into the house without concern that anyone else would see nor recognise me. I then awaited her phone call to go back to the hairdressers to collect her, and return back home.

Altogether, it was all a pleasant non-event, and another anticlimax. Ho hum.
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Re: Skydiving

Postby Fred in Skirts » Thu Nov 01, 2018 8:16 pm

Altogether, it was all a pleasant non-event, and another anticlimax. Ho hum.


I would not complain about it was not an earth shattering event, that is what we are trying to get past. It should just be normal for us to be out in our skirts and dresses and no one say anything about it.
Besides your wife seems to have accepted your skirt wearing and was not worried about you being seen by the neighbors in your neighborhood.
So be glad you can wear your skirts openly and not have to worry about anything else.
Fred :kiltdance:

:whistle: Hi I am Fred and I wear skirts and dresses all of the time. :hooray:
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