As a young girl , I remember climbing out of the window of the house we lived in. I wore a bras and panties under a silk top and soft little skirt. It was always late at night, and it did not matter if it was hot and windy or warm and rainy. I just loved the feeling of being myself as I walked up and down the neighbourhood streets and alleys. The wind would blow my little skirt up over my hips or the rain would make my blouse stick to my body and I would look almost naked. Of course there were times that a passing car with boys in it, or a lone male would catch a glimpse of this slutty young cross dresser and chase me. I would hide in bushes or under porches and decks until they gave up looking for me, but my mind was racing with thoughts of what they might have done with me had they caught me