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So I'm not really sure what I will be posting here on Only Fans. I have lots of pictures through the years of my dressing up and over time I have starting to get more comfortable with myself even going out in public while dressed up. From time to time I will be posting what I am calling Becky's Real Adventures in Crossdressing. Writing helps me remember the event in more detail. Maybe you just want to see the pictures but I like the process. And often times planning doesn't go as expected and the little twists that occur along the way are just as fun as the end goal. So on with the story.
Around the turn of the millennia, maybe a little before, I purchased my first home. It was a townhouse and I was still at that point in my life where I had a roommate. It worked out well as it helped to pay for my mortgage and my roommate was a good friend of mine for years beforehand so we got along well. My little hobby (crossdressing) took a back seat just as it had for many years prior so no loss there. I just sort of did it when I had the chance, when I was at home alone and he was at work. Then some time in 2003 after my roommate had a girlfriend for a while, things changed drastically.
His girlfriend got pregnant, and they were soon married and he was moving out. This afforded me an opportunity I really hadn't had before, an abundance of alone time. I immediately took advantage and started dressing up on a more regular basis. Since I was dressing up more I thought I needed to expand my wardrobe, so I did. This story is about my first wedding dress. Yes, I said my first. That's a little foreshadowing for another Real Adventure post at some point in the future. I ordered my first wedding dress off of E-Bay. I was a little shocked at the quality of the dress for the price. It was made in China so its not like I expected a $2500 quality dress but it was pretty and well made and it fit me. It fit pretty well actually. Considering I'm 6'4" that is no easy feat.
When it finally arrived, I immediately had to try it on and was a more than a little disappointed when I couldn't get the zipper to stay up. It took me a little while but I eventually discovered the back hook closure at the top of the zipper and just like that, the zipper stayed in place and it fit like a dream. The bodice was off the shoulder with long sleeves, there was a full skirt with layers of soft tulle that puffed out nicely with the hoop skirt I had ordered with it. As far as the zipper thing, remember I was pretty new to dressing regularly and I had never had a zipper just unzip itself before. That little hook and eye is a pretty amazing invention. Sometimes dressing like a girl can be a learning opportunity.
Right around the time I ordered the dress and my roommate had moved out, I had been attending night classes at a local community college. I was tying to learn French...again. I had become familiar with the Japanese Gardens on campus and since it was around Halloween when my gown arrived I put two and two together and thought, "Wouldn't it be really cool to have a bridal shot outside with such a lovely background instead of just another picture of me in my house." I hadn't really adventured away from the safety of home before but I was ready to broaden my horizons. I rationalized that I could always blame getting caught, if I was discovered, on Halloween and saying I wanted to get pictures to give my friends. Rationalization is a pretty common tool of the closet crossdresser. Anyways, I decided to scout it out one Saturday evening and as I pulled into the parking lot I discovered I was not the only person with this idea. There was an actual wedding happening as I drove up. I quickly made a mental note that Saturday afternoon/evening was not a good time and maybe I should try Sunday morning.
I didn't even try another scouting trip, I was in the "pink fog" and just decided this was happening. I woke up at 6:00am the next morning and started to prepare for my wedding shots. After putting on some makeup and wig. Quick Aside here, I used to wear wigs, they are very hot and tight and I don't really like them, I have since grown my own hair out and I'm much more comfortable. So...makeup, wig, and getting mostly dressed, I loaded my truck with my digital camera, a set of emergency male clothes. I even had a Tupperware bowl with water and a washcloth if I needed to perform a quick clean up. Another aside here, I didn't even bring soap with me, as if water alone is going to do a good job of taking off my makeup. Also, I was in a wedding gown. How quickly would I be able to change clothes and get out of my makeup in an "emergency" anyways. It's just silly, looking back on it. Anyways, I put the hoop skirt in the back of my pickup and climbed into my truck. Last aside in this paragraph. If you're looking for a challenge, try to get a full length wedding gown situated behind the wheel of your truck. I even had to step up to get into the cab. It's not as simple as it might sound. Every now and again I get a glimpse of what a real girls world is like and now I know why brides rent limousines.
When I finally pulled in at 8:30am there was a single car in the parking lot but it was parked right at the entrance to the Japanese Gardens. I quickly adjusted my plans and decided I might take a few shots on the walking path from a back parking lot to the school proper. It was a nicely wooded path where I could have some privacy. Much to my disgust I found an early morning tennis match taking place and had no way of discretely donning my hoop skirt and taking my camera off to the woods without the people playing tennis seeing me. So I scratched that idea. Looking back now, I absolutely could have walked past the tennis match. Why not? They were there to play tennis, not waiting for some random person to walk past in a wedding gown.
Instead, I looped back to the Japanese Gardens and found the lone car was pulling out of the spot leaving me all alone in the lot. I pulled my vehicle into the closest spot, quickly scanned the area and hopped out. After grabbing my camera, tripod and veil, I went to the bed of my truck to get my hoop skirt from the back and slipped it on. Just as I was situating my wedding dress I was now about 4 feet wide, that's when I saw a big pickup pull into the lot. I quickly jammed everything back into the cab of my truck, including myself. Remember how hard it was to fit into the cab of my truck with just the dress, now I had on a hoop skirt. I started my truck and pulled away just as the truck parked about three spots away from me. I drove away and I made another loop through the back lot and back to the gardens only to see a construction worker setting up to do some work on the sidewalk right by the entrance to the Japanese Gardens. Come On!!! Construction! On a Sunday morning!?!?
I drove back past the tennis match and out to what I affectionally called the Back 40. This was the overflow parking lot that was way out there from the college buildings. I managed to set up up for about five shots. It was windy, the sun was too high in the sky so my eyes were all squinty. It wasn't a pretty background, it was a parking lot. In the end, I packed up my things and returned home saddened that I had failed my mission. I immediately decided to try again.
The next Sunday, I woke up at 4:00am to prepare for my day. After loading up the truck with the same gear as last time, I got all dressed up and pulled out of my driveway in the pre dawn light. An uneventful drive took me to back to the gardens with the sun just brightening the day and the parking lot all to myself. I took out my camera and tripod, this time I just grabbed my hoop skirt and veil and decided that it was now or never. I left the relative safety of my truck behind me and walked the hundred yards to the entrance of the Japanese Gardens in my bridal regalia. I saw that the large wooden door built into the 6 foot wood plank fence that surrounded the gardens was closed. I breathed a sigh of relief when I discovered it was just a latch, there was no lock. I felt a little better closing the door behind me but still felt very exposed in such a public space.
I managed to step into my hoop skirt and I made a few adjustments getting my veil, and bouquets of flowers all set. Then I wandered into the gardens proper to take my photos. There were so many cool little places to take a great photo, I only wish I had some semblance of photography skills. The photos look blurry now, this was 2003 technology so I think it was 640x480 with 1 mega pixel resolution. There was an arching bridge leading up to a small pagoda, a long wooden bridge over part of the pond and a little grassy knoll split by a stream with a small waterfall behind it. I managed to walk around for close to an hour taking photos here and there before my fear of being caught caught up with me. I decided I had pressed my luck enough for one day, packed up my things and hustled back to my truck. I didn't encounter a single person that day.
All said and done it was quite a fun little adventure. Looking back I realize I have a lot less fucks to give about being "caught" now. Even the word caught is a dumb way to think about it. I'm not doing anything wrong but years of societal norm are difficult to purge. But at the time I thought it was pretty brave and now I have this cool and somewhat humorous memory that I can share.
