My self-daring brought me to drive past night clubs where I knew really hot and often drunk girls would be coming or going. I would time things so that I would be out of my car, totally exposed in my sissiness in front of a group of hysterically laughing women. Feigning embarrassment as they saw me, I would try to cover my boobs, turn and walk the other way. This only served to entertain them all the more as they caught sight of my thong bottom in shiny black nylon. Embarrassed and humiliated, I would run off awkwardly, teetering in my 3" heels. One girl ran after me so she could pinch my nylon covered bottom. Another wanted to squeeze my padded boobs. It was a classic case of reverse sexual harrassment.
My craving for this humiliation caused me to become more daring. Sometimes I'd go for the jazzercize look and instead of wearing the bra and heels, I'd just wear sneakers. I made an unlikely looking male candidate for an aerobics class. Only a sissy would wear a leotard and tights!