Out To Lunch
	After all my other experiences this year and encouraged by lots of positive Email from visitors to my site (a number of which I now count as true friends - thanks girls and guys), I decided I was ready to be seen out in daylight.
	I knew I couldnt yet take such a step alone but fortunately I also knew that the Boudoir offered a number of different accompanied daylight trips. Whilst a shopping trip would have been lovely, my inability to hide any more stuff at present meant that would just be a waste of time. That's why I decided to opt for a trip out to lunch. As the finances wouldn't really stretch to another holiday to use as cover, I decided a different approach was called for.
	Firstly, I had to do all my shaving at home, including doing my legs for the first time. This may not sound like a big thing to those girls who live alone but when your living with your parents and their bedroom backs onto the bathroom, you'll appreciate that I had to be pretty careful and quiet. In the end I had to spread the shaving over three weekends so that on the actual day of the trip I only had a light fuzz all over to remove. Even then it still took me 45mins. By the way I don't think shaving gave as nice a look and feel as waxing did.
	Secondly, I had pretend I was going to work as normal (having taken a days leave of course). This meant setting off at my normal 6.30am despite not meeting up with Jodie till 10pm.
	Thirdly I decided that for my face I would rely on an electric shave - that's mainly because the extra 30mins that wet shaving my face would have added to my morning routine would definitely have raised questions.
	I planned my route to the Boudoir so I could stop off mid way at a motorway services area and kill some of my excess time. I put much of it to good use shaving both when I arrived and before I left !
	Traffic wasn't too bad and I arrived at the Boudoir with 5mins to spare. Jodie arrived 10 mins later and then we went in. After a warming cup of tea (the weather had turned very cold but at least the rain of recent days had passed), it was time to begin.
	As usual we spent about 2 hrs getting me ready. We chose a sensible outfit - my dance belt, black body, black tights (15 denier which I bought but didn't use for my night out), shiny dark grey stilettos, shortish black skirt (about half way to my knees when seated, just above the knee when standing), white vest top, black jacket with gold buttons down the front. The wig was another 'hair up' style as that seems to suit me - brunette with a red tinge/rinse tied back with a leopard print hair band and to top off the outfit, a leopard print scarf round the neck. We needed that because I hadn't managed to have a haircut before hand and my own hairline was showing a little at the back - the scarf hid that and looked darned pretty too!
	For stepping outside Jodie also had a lovely long warm coat for me to wear in a grey wool mix material. It was quite a good fit and the length was ideal on me though in the pictures it does tend to hide my shape a bit. We took a few snaps of the outfit before we set off.
	First steps out were the trip from the Boudoir to the car - no problems although I hadn't been outside in stilettos before and wasn't ready for the hammering effect on the toes caused by walking on tarmac! The car journey was fine. I was very relaxed and I didn't mind that anyone looking at the car could see me. Another short walk to the restaurant (the Cafe Rouge), along a rather uneven pavement added to the toe crunching but I was happy to find that I managed OK and had no hesitation in going in. This of course was a regular restaurant - not a tranny club so I was wondering how I would feel. But Jodie was so relaxed about the whole thing that I think it rubbed off on me too. We were just two girls together, out for a lovely lunch and a chat. And that's just what we had. The waitresses were fine. If they read me they didn't make anything of it and neither did any of the clientele. It was pretty packed by the time we left and by that time there was a table with four guys just behind us who did seem to be looking our way occasionally but they didnt say or do anything that led me to beleive they read me either. The hour and a half flew by and then it was time to make a move.
	I had asked Jodie to take my picture outside the restaurant but after the first one, Jodie spotted some lad's walking along the street who she was worried might give us a hard time. We therefore took refuge in a near by post office - while Jodie bought some cigarettes I looked at the magazines. A quick check out the door confirmed we were all clear so we took another picture and then walked back to the car.
	On the way back, we stopped off in a side street to take a few more shots and then back to the Boudoir to finish off my film.
	Then came the saddest part of the day - it was time to put Wendy away. I felt a real sense of loss when I had to change back as I would happily have stayed dressed for hours. But I needed to get home if my alibi was to hold up, and Jodie was going out for the evening anyway so I couldn't have taken up more of her time.
	The drive home was uneventful and when I arrived home my parents were already home so my stuff had to stay in the boot of the car overnight.
	As I write this, over a week later now, I've been trying to think exactly how I felt. The weird thing is, my strongest memories are of what a nice time I had chatting with Jodie and being taken out to lunch. The fact that I was Wendy at the time seems just to be as it should have been.
	I am more than ever convinced that my next step must be my own place so that I can take my experiences as Wendy further.
	If you'd like to see some more pictures of me from this day try the Day Out Gallery.
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