The Life of Janice Ch. 02

The first time I went out, as Janice, it was an accident.

Up until then I was happy to live the life of Janice at home in private; at least I hadn't started to plan any kind of coming out activity.

I was preparing a grilled Panini when I realized I had run out of olive oil. I grabbed my keys and wallet and drove down to the market.

I had just ordered a coffee, when the barista asked; what name I wanted for the order, I froze.

I was wearing a long maxi, floral print dress, panties, bra, a casual soft cotton top, my hair in a pony tail and low heeled sandals, my very masculine glasses were on and I had just opened my very masculine wallet to get my credit card. I stood there staring at my very masculine name on my I.D. when I realized what I had done.

"Um, Janice" I finally said after what seemed like ten minutes of chaos in my mind. Then I freaked out again, I didn't think about my voice, God, I didn't think about anything.

The barista smiled a little weird at me and wrote my name on the cup, I did manage to find cash in my wallet to pay for the drink, avoiding any name confusion concerning identification.

With shaky legs and shaky hands I managed to get back to my car and properly freak out. I was breathing heavy, pulse pounding, I had a raging hard on and was crying. After several minutes of deep breathing I calmed myself and drove home.

Once inside I felt more normal and collapsed on the sofa and started to laugh.

The coffee was sitting in my car and I had forgotten the olive oil.

My cock had softened but I had leaked into my panties quite a bit. My head spinning with questions! Was I hard standing in line at the coffee kiosk? Did my voice come off too masculine? Did anyone notice? What the hell was I thinking? Why wasn't I thinking? On and on the questions spun until finally, I poured myself a half bottle of wine and ordered Chinese delivered.

A full belly of food and a mind in a haze of alcohol I went to my bedroom, stripped naked and looked at myself in the mirror.

Petite, narrow hips, certainly boyish, no chest at all and a six inch cock, my hair was shoulder length and I was more hairy than I was comfortable with. I opened the closet and the dresser drawers and just looked at everything I had collected.

When this chapter of Janice's life started, the clothes were for comfort, to make me feel better but I hadn't really thought about what kind of female presence I wanted to inhabit in this world. I had never really thought about being in the world as Janice, but now I wanted to take it seriously.

So, I started holding things up against my body, seeing how they hung, what they covered, what they accentuated. It wasn't long before I was fully erect again and leaking. I put on a simple silk cami and robe, grabbed my lube and prostate massager and spent a long while nursing the erection and the leaking while probing my asshole. I came hard and the amount of semen covering my body surprised me. I finally just pulled the covers up over me and fell asleep.

...

The next morning I was hung over, still curled up in my lingerie that had little crusty spots of dried cum all over it. I took a warm shower, shaved away most of my body hair and put on some of my wife's jammy pants and her sleep t-shirt.

Later, after some tea and toast, I browsed photo streams for cute hairstyles; I decided I really needed to do something with my hair. I needed to do a lot of some things.

I was going out again today, on purpose.

I was angry with myself about the shame and fear I felt the day before, I hadn't done anything wrong, and nothing to be afraid of, I just wanted some olive oil and coffee. I was angrier that somehow I had to conform to some kind of social norm in order to be accepted in the world. So I decided I would try this 'out' thing on my terms.

So I did.