Changed into my shiny catsuit and a dress over, I visited my local cafe hoping for a coffee and get to read the paper. Unfortunately the old girl in front of me grabbed the paper after offering up all her small coins for her cup of hot water and a bit of food.
A lady sitting close by waiting for her take away coffee, and I were just smiling as the old girl fumbled around in her purse for an eternity.
By 5.30pm, I found myself in the large shopping center at Newmarket, in a restaurant at the roof garden.
I was treated really well, excellent service & food.
Some ladies at an adjacent table gave me the once over, I just smiled and they continued with their group chat. A couple of other ladies came in and chose a table near me, but were so busy catching up with the gossip, I probably wasn't noticed.
I'm unsure if it was the drink or the fact all levels of the car park looked the same too me, but it took me a while to find my car (it wasn't on level 2, but level 2m).
I thought I might have been the only cross dresser in the shopping center, but I wasn't, and I liked that.
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