Up until this point, even wearing pantyhose under my male pants was a risky thrill. I had been progressing to wearing panties and girdles under my drab attire. Somehow I reasoned, the world would know that I was wearing feminine underwear, and I would be forever exposed.
More and more, though, I wanted to be exposed. I particularly wanted women to know that I was wearing things they wear. Having bought a heavy padded bra from Frederick's, I would sometimes venture out wearing it under a thin, stretchy pullover top. Of course, leaving my apartment, I would wear a jacket over it, and I would be terrified that anybody would be able to tell that I had boobs.
Once I was in the relative safety of my car, I would take off the jacket and drive around with my padded bra showing through under the thin, blue top. I would feel myself up as I drove for hours. Sometimes at a traffic light, I would keep my arms down in the hopes that the two hot women at the traffic light would see me and laugh at me. It started to become an obsession.
Eventually I ventured out of my car. One night, I went into a small, all-night grocery store wearing my jacket. I browsed around for awhile, and as luck would have it, two college age girls were shopping that night. I pulled my jacket back and walked past them. They instantly noticed. They were a bit shocked. I continued browsing, then I got panicked. They were at the checkout when blew by them. I could hear them laughing as I walked out the door.
My face felt so hot from the embarrassment. It was like a high. I felt a mixture of shame and exhiliaration. I swore I would never do it again, but I knew inside I would.