I recently decided to do some work at a coffee shop while dressed in one of my H&M skirts and purple athletic shirts. I had been planning this for a few days, but now the time had finally come to act. While I have gone out in public at night, this would be my first time doing it during the day.
I chose the coffee shop because it was located in a part in NYC in which few people would care about seeing a guy in women’s clothes–I wanted to do this without a wig or any makeup. Another benefit to that part of town is that I know relatively few people there.
After a while, I felt a growing sense of unease and anxiety and eventually went to the restroom to change. For those of you who don’t really understand the difference between crossdressers and trans because they “look the same,” this is it. As a crossdresser, I can change out of clothes at the end of the day (or whenever I’m done) and go about my life; trans women and men don’t enjoy such privileges.