Well today I'm going to continue my true life stories with a another early event which helped to shape my sensitive feminine personality!...

...As you may know, I live just a few miles north of Central London, UK, and I was alone at home one-day, fully dressed as Denise, when suddenly the door-bell rings. No one is expected, so I let the door ring, and besides which - I knew that the door was double locked with a mortice to avoid any unexpected intruders for Miss Denise....

....However, the ringing continues, and then there is a shout - ANYONE AT HOME! - so I keep real quiet. Then "horror of horrors" I hear a key turning in the lock, and then the large mortice key is turning.............when suddenly I realize too late my mistake !

Tuesday morning is when my "home-help" comes to clean the house!....and she has a full set of keys! - ANYONE AT HOME - she cries. and I respond - "No, its only me - in my male voice - but she continues - but it doesn't sound like you!.......

....So the battle is lost - I started to walk down the stairs - Fully Miss Denise and Fully Fem, and hope that she is not too shocked!...........But she mature lady looks up afrom the bottom of the stairs nd seems to accept the confusing situation, and makes a hasty retreat, deciding that further confrontation or discussion is probably futile!

However, this gives me an idea - Let's drive down to Central London - I'm fully fem, and really quite respectable!........so I get my pink carry-all shopping bag, get into the car, and drive "down town". I'm actually wearing that SAME purple stripped mini-skirt that I wore to Cannes (unfortunately no more - since it disappeared in one of my wardrobe purges)..............so I find a public underground car-park near to Oxford Street, and have a really great afternoon shopping in stores such as Selfridges where I buy nearly all my Wolford Tights (like those in the web-site photos)..

......My main memory is still of queuing for the automatic ticket machine!.........There was a young couple in front, and several guys behind ........and my striped mini-skirt still had that extra 1" slit from the accident in getting on the French train ......so if you were VERY observant, you could catch sight of those white suspenders and lacy panties, as I waddled forward, carrying new lacy lingerie, luxurious Wolford Tights and cosmetics, in my red open-toed heels  to pay for my 4 hours of parking....

.....Still, I was overcome by the upsets and surprises of the morning revelations, and so  on her next visit I gave the "home help" a big boxes of chocolates, and special ?20  bonus - and she never revealed anything to my friends or neighbours - as if she  had never seen mini-skirted Denise on that surprising encounter  on the staircase at home! Of course maybe she's reading this  blog right now in which case she'll well remember our eyes meeting at this early adrenelin pumping event !!!...

...My lesson from the event was to be more adventurous as Miss Denise, and not to worry about others my think - Just enjoy yourself, and try to make others happy, and simply avoid those who are prejudiced against the wonderful worldwide transgendered community!