Ransvestia

I was about half way finished when Denise wandered into the bath- room and inquired if I really minded about the job and having been fired. I admitted that I would rather have quit but this way was almost as good since I now received severance pay and that I didn't really mind. She seemed to feel better and urged me to hurry up and get dressed as we were going to take another trip downtown. The word downtown caused me to feel a bit apprehensive but the feeling quickly wore off as I remembered the success of the previous day.

The outfit I chose consisted of a blue sheath skirt with a white sweater. A blue cardigan to match the skirt went around my shoulders. At first I had decided not to wear nylons as it was a bit on the warm side but after looking at my legs I decided I had better don a pair and went to the dresser to get a panty girdle. The girdle was a bit tight but after a bit the tightness disappeared as usual. I shivered as I rolled the sheer nylons up my legs and attached them to the garters. After smoothing down my skirt and slipping my feet into a pair of black patent pumps I clicked into the living room where Denise was already waiting for me.

"Where are we going today?" I inquired. Denise smiled and stated that we were going to see about getting me some of the usual legal papers that a person normally carries around with them. The papers that she referred to consisted of drivers license, social security card, check book ID, and a credit card or two.

"Denise I have never driven a car while in skirts and I will probably have an accident!!"

"Too bad! There is no time like the present to learn. When we get down to the parking lot you will drive and I will just hold on for dear life!"

"Very funny, but if I do have an accident you won't think it so funny.

"Oh come on, driving in heels and a skirt isn't that much different from driving as a man so don't worry about it." And at that remark Denise headed for the door. For a brief instant I refused to move and then I decided I may as well go through with the whole thing since I had already lost my job and what else could I lose? If Denise had confidence that I could do the impersonation then I must really look the part. With a sense of dwindling apprehension I put one nylon clad leg in front of the other and walked out the front door of the apartment.