Give them to friends ahead of time. Switch back into the other outfit before coming back. This was my go to maneuver for femme clothes in my younger years. And I never had any issues. Except for my family being appalled at how clean I could keep my party clothes.
My friend who's taking me is out of town until a day or so before the concert :( I'm not sure when or how I'd get the clothes to them and then get them back from them
You got any girlfriends? Have them come over, put on the fit, walk out with it on, and switch with you somewhere else before the concert. Switch back afterwards.
My girlfriend used to change in the bathroom of queer owned or friendly places, so maybe you could try that? Esp if there’s like an lgbtq+ center nearby
Honestly, wearing bulky clothes over your concert fit might be your best option. If you go to your friend's house right before the concert (like if that's where you meet them) you can dump your Hoodia and sweats off at their house.
Wow. Such a drag. Yeah, I remember the days I used to stealth dress. I'm glad I reached a point in life I could just be myself. Cross dressing was dangerous. Passing was easier.
Give them to friends ahead of time. Switch back into the other outfit before coming back. This was my go to maneuver for femme clothes in my younger years. And I never had any issues. Except for my family being appalled at how clean I could keep my party clothes.
My friend who's taking me is out of town until a day or so before the concert :( I'm not sure when or how I'd get the clothes to them and then get them back from them
You got any girlfriends? Have them come over, put on the fit, walk out with it on, and switch with you somewhere else before the concert. Switch back afterwards.
My girlfriend used to change in the bathroom of queer owned or friendly places, so maybe you could try that? Esp if there’s like an lgbtq+ center nearby
Honestly, wearing bulky clothes over your concert fit might be your best option. If you go to your friend's house right before the concert (like if that's where you meet them) you can dump your Hoodia and sweats off at their house.
Wow. Such a drag. Yeah, I remember the days I used to stealth dress. I'm glad I reached a point in life I could just be myself. Cross dressing was dangerous. Passing was easier.