Marcella goes out 1: The Journey
Once the decision was made I was counting down the days until I could take Marcella out in the the big, wide and a little bit scary world.
The idea of me genuinely 'passing' is a little far fetched but if I was to spend a day out I was going to try. The night before I painted my nails and after an early (0530) alarm I had a bath, did my makeup and slipped into my bikini top and pretty frilly panties, white with pink flowers, white skinny jeans, a blue top and my sexy gold wedge sandals. Finally my red hair, I had wanted to be a redhead since I discovered they were in a league of their own sexually and Marcella is in part a tribute to them, including my estranged wife.
I set off in the car in the knowledge I would be stopping for fuel at a motorway service station about half an hour from home. The first ten minutes of the journey were spent in unbridled elation that I was finally doing this. I felt sexy, free and alive, so alive. The next twenty were spent in abject fear, the only thing racing faster than my heart was my brain, would I bottle it? How would people react? What if someone shared their displeasure with me? What about speaking?
The time has come, I opened the car door swung my legs round in as feminine a way I could and as I heard my heels hit the concrete I knew there was no going back. As I stood filling the car with I tried to hold a tight feminine pose and enjoyed the breeze blowing my hair. I set off for the cashier putting all the practice at home to good use with my sexiest walk, I could barely breathe as I entered the shop door, this was it, Marcella was about to interact! I wanted in line behind a fit looking guy and then stepped up, I said 'pump 2' and paid in cash to keep it simple the male cashier said 'thank you, have yourself a good day' and smiled. That was it, no strange look just friendly I felt good as I turned round and strutted off with the sound of my heels on the tiled floor echoing around the shop and then something mind blowing happened. The fit guy from the line had waited and held the spot open for me. It was the very first time anyone had treated me like a lady and it felt amazing, I thanked him and walked back to the car with a huge smile on my face to my favourite soundtrack of my heels on the ground.
I wanted three more things from the day and was now more confident than ever I could do it. The the things? Oh to be seen, to get naked and find some cock.
I'm off for a wank now, sorry I do that a lot lol
I hope you come back for parts Two and Three and find out how I got on at the beach and the search for cock after (past they go pretty well
The idea of me genuinely 'passing' is a little far fetched but if I was to spend a day out I was going to try. The night before I painted my nails and after an early (0530) alarm I had a bath, did my makeup and slipped into my bikini top and pretty frilly panties, white with pink flowers, white skinny jeans, a blue top and my sexy gold wedge sandals. Finally my red hair, I had wanted to be a redhead since I discovered they were in a league of their own sexually and Marcella is in part a tribute to them, including my estranged wife.
I set off in the car in the knowledge I would be stopping for fuel at a motorway service station about half an hour from home. The first ten minutes of the journey were spent in unbridled elation that I was finally doing this. I felt sexy, free and alive, so alive. The next twenty were spent in abject fear, the only thing racing faster than my heart was my brain, would I bottle it? How would people react? What if someone shared their displeasure with me? What about speaking?
The time has come, I opened the car door swung my legs round in as feminine a way I could and as I heard my heels hit the concrete I knew there was no going back. As I stood filling the car with I tried to hold a tight feminine pose and enjoyed the breeze blowing my hair. I set off for the cashier putting all the practice at home to good use with my sexiest walk, I could barely breathe as I entered the shop door, this was it, Marcella was about to interact! I wanted in line behind a fit looking guy and then stepped up, I said 'pump 2' and paid in cash to keep it simple the male cashier said 'thank you, have yourself a good day' and smiled. That was it, no strange look just friendly I felt good as I turned round and strutted off with the sound of my heels on the tiled floor echoing around the shop and then something mind blowing happened. The fit guy from the line had waited and held the spot open for me. It was the very first time anyone had treated me like a lady and it felt amazing, I thanked him and walked back to the car with a huge smile on my face to my favourite soundtrack of my heels on the ground.
I wanted three more things from the day and was now more confident than ever I could do it. The the things? Oh to be seen, to get naked and find some cock.
I'm off for a wank now, sorry I do that a lot lol
I hope you come back for parts Two and Three and find out how I got on at the beach and the search for cock after (past they go pretty well
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