Marcella goes out 2 : The Beach

Still buzzing from a first positive human interaction as Marcella my mind was racing as I drove to the beach, I was fairly certain I wouldn't chicken out now but what would I find? How would someone react to seeing a nude hairy man in a wig and make up.

I've noticed that dressing in public is a rollercoaster of feeling wonderful, feminine and fulfilled interrupted by painful, panic stricken periods of feeling like a guy in girls clothes who is fooling nobody.

The walk from the car park to the beach definitely fell into the latter category. My outfit of pure white jeans, gold wedge sandals and painted nails looked sexy and classy when I put them on but when everyone you meet on the beach at 0830 on a Sunday morning is wearing walking boots and a coat its impossible to feel comfortable.

No matter, once into the dunes I stripped down to my bikini and enjoyed a little sun and took some pictures, it was the most relaxed I had felt. It was a strange feeling actually and one I only began understand some time later, for the first time I didn't feel like a man and I didn't feel like I was pretending to be a woman, I just felt like me.