It's true, I'm totally wearing a skirt. Even better, fifteen minutes ago I was *outside* wearing a skirt. I decided that, since I'm living at my mother's place in an area where a) hardly anyone knows me and b) it is more liberal than I'm used to, I would go to RiteAid and buy juice in a skirt.
I probably look like a goth, despite my makeup-less-ness; black skirt and black tights (I was NOT shaving my legs just to go get juice), and I decided to wear a black t-shirt with a skull on it. No bra or padding upstairts, it's hot and my lower half was already going to be smothered by feminine undergarments so I wanted at least some of me to be able to breathe. So again, I look like a vary hot and uncomfortable spooky person in a skirt.
My trip was rather uneventful. I ran into the landlord, and the people at RiteAid had seen me before (and will again), but everybody was just as cheerful and friendly as normal. The fifteen minute walk up was pretty easy, if anyone looked at me twice I didn't notice. On the way back, some young teenagers in an SUV laughed at me, and some ass-douche leaned his whole torso out of the passenger side of a car to make wolf noises at me (I don't think he noticed my lack of boob-ness), but I was already in my "I'm awesome and have juice" mode so I didn't care or react.
Back home I have traded the tights and panties for more comfy underwear, because no one is here so they can't care about my leg hair and incongruous bulge.
I'm in a very good mood right now.