Then I had the weirdest urge. I wasn't into the television, there was nothing of interest on and my mind was mostly on the image of my face. I had been cooped up all day and I really felt a need to go outside, get some fresh air and stretch my legs... but I had the greatest desire to go out in the make up and wig; put my new feminine appearance to the test. I really fancied feeling the sensation of the breeze blowing through the long shoulder-length hair I now had.
With a pounding heart, I searched through Carl's closet and found a ladies three-quarter length winter coat. I put this on over my T-shirt and jeans, pulled the collar up around my neck so that just my face was on view. Then tentatively but excitedly, I stepped outside.
I was nervous at first and worried about anyone seeing me. I intended just to walk the block but, once I had been forced to pass several people who had come from nowhere, I built up my confidence and continued to walk. My adrenaline was running high and I was getting a real buzz from it.