Late night taxi ride

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    I had a really nice experience this weekend while out drinking with some friends. I went back to theirs with my partner, and on her suggestion we stopped at ours first so I could change into Mel. After a drunken stumble to our next destination we resumed drinking till the early hours of Sunday morning. By then we were both to tired to walk home, and decided to get a taxi.
    Now, I had no make clothes with me, so I just kept my head down and my mouth shut. The first thing the driver said to us was "where to ladies?" I know I got dressed in hurry, so I probably didn't look my best, but this made me immensely happy, and the feeling was doubled when he dropped us off and asked "is here ok girls?" it was then we realised I'd left my wallet inside the house, so I awkwardly mumbled 'just a moment' and staggered inside still unsteady in my heels, paid the man and rushed back in.
    This is the second time something like this has happened in a taxi. The first was when we were out another friends house, and had to walk back to my parents, only this time sheer lazyness and the fact it was 4 in the morning was the reason I didn't change before setting off. Then halfway home the rain started. Taxi called and my hoody was hurriedly thrown on. When we got dropped off we were told "that'll be £8.50 ladies" I was elated. That was until I got home and realised my brother had locked me out. Panicked removal of make up, wig and boobs. Thankfully we managed to wake him up and get inside shortly after, and I don't think he noticed I was wearing women's jeans.
    Those moments have given me a bit more confidence now, and I'm considered taking an evening stroll somewhere remote en femme, so watch this space
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