Dress and Drive

I am twenty four years old and have been cross dressing for years now. I started when I was young and when my sister was not at home. Since then I have moved into a house of my own and I have built up a pretty large collection of clothes, shoes, make-up, and a few different pairs of fake breast. I don't have to worry about wigs because I have the kind of long wavy brown hair that most girls wish they had. Actually I get mistaken for a girl from behind all of the time. That also might have something to do with the fact I am only five seven and my weight is one hundred and thirty five pounds. I also have an advantage over some cross dressers because I naturally have a pretty face and very little hair grows on my face and body. The only thing I have had to work on is my voice.

I work out of my house on my computer so I get to spend a lot of my time dressed up which gives me plenty of time to practice my voice. Even though I have this opportunity, I'm not sure if I could pass because of my voice. That is the reason the only way I will go out dressed is when I dress and drive. I read about doing this on the internet and I decided to try it. Since my first time, I have done this fairly frequently. Sometimes I go out dressed down and other times I go out like I'm trying to get picked up at a club. I love it because my heart is pounding most of the time from the mixture of excitement and fear. I have never exited my car because I have never had enough guts to get out.

This all changed last month by a twist of fate. It was in the middle of the day and I was stopped at a light in a very nice neighborhood. All of a sudden I felt my car get hit from behind and I jolted forward. I completely forgot I was not only dressed up but I had one of my sexiest outfits on. I was wearing a tight black dress, fishnet stockings and black high heels. I had red lipstick on and looked like I was ready for action. After a second, I opened my door and started to step out to check out the damage to my car. Once my heel hit the ground, I remembered how I was dressed.