First Time Cross-Dressing

I felt truly powerful the first time i donned heels and a dress in public. Sashaying down the street, i recognized the presence of my hips and my butt, the very central part of my body i never knew i had. It was something of a fantasy of mine to have a bright color fabric draped around my waist and down past my knees, to create a wind when i'm walking while the breeze is blowing between my thighs and past my balls. I felt like superman flying through the air with my bright orange skirt as my power cape.That day during pride, i realized how much i cherished and relished in the awkward stares of yuppie mothers, suburban passerby's, muscly boys, fat men and just about everyone else. That pride would soon end while i was dancing under the scorching sun, squeezed in between suffocating breathes. My bright orange dress suddenly became a dull and heavy armor. I stripped it off and what's left is a scrawny, dark body amongst a sea of brawny white bodies. On that dance floor, the lights were reflecting only on their own pasty skins, creating blindness. And i, who's in the midst of it all, disappeared. Without my bright orange dress i'm invisible. And how can anyone see, let alone dance with the unseen?