19 May 2017
It’s been about 6 months since I last visited the local munch. I was nervous this week going alone. Partly because it had been a long time since I had seen any of the local kink crowd but also because it was the first time Gypsy has ventured bravely out alone.
I wore vinyl tight trousers. Pink knickers. An orange latex vest which really helped give me a feminine shape with my new boobs. Very subtle makeup and a purple open blouse. I wore flat sparkly sandals and did my nails. Took 3 hours epilating, shaving and getting everything ready. Even washed, conditioned and dried my favourite dark wig. The look was perfect but there was a problem.
I’ve never stepped outside the caravan on my own dressed like that. I’ve been to a couple of small house parties and a club dressed in feminine items, but most of the time I keep my curtains closed and just wear comfy stuff.
So I stood at the door. I was ready to go. I stood there 30 minutes. Every time I went to leave, I heard someone walking by outside. Finally I sat down in despair. I was actually getting ready to cancel but I didn’t. I asked my neighbour to come over.
My neighbour is not just my neighbour. She’s the best friend I’ve ever had. 6 months ago in a club garden in Brixton we shared a secret desire with each other. My neighbour is an only child and has never had a brother. I have 2 brothers and never had a sister. That night, in Portuguese and with lots of cuddles we adopted each other. I am her Mano and she is my Mana (although sometimes we agree it should be the other way round.) I love and trust my neighbour with everything. I mean “everything.”
She came over with my other neighbour and they were both a bit stoned. They could see my distress. My other neighbour had never seen me dressed before and I panicked a little but her reaction saved me. Rather than shock or laughter, she set about checking my makeup and hair for me, then she told me basically no one on the site wold be upset to see me this way. Within ten minutes my eye makeup was fixed and I drive the 30 minutes to the munch.
Getting there was OK. I was shaking walking in to a full pub of kinksters but a cheeky smoke outside with the organiser and a triple rum and coke got me relaxed. I started enjoying being Gypsy again.
Lots of new sparkly eyed members since I was last there at Christmas. A lot of the faces I knew were having “relationship issues” of some kind and I tried to catch up with so many. I got flirty with someone who suddenly left but it was all ok. I was comfortable being me in a public environment. That’s all I needed.
Heading out again on Tuesday to a new munch with a new face and then I’ve been invited to Hertfordshire Swingers gathering at the end of the month. There are other stories I could have told like how I tore my orange catsuit or the night “he” came over but I thought this one revealed a little more about me than those.
Who knows. I think there maybe a saucy one coming soon.