Food

After walking up and down the room a few times, I hesitantly took my skirt of, an put on pants. The T-shirt was fairly neutral, and could be mistaken for a man's. I kept the underware, an was almost painfully aware that I wore a bra when I left the safety of the room.

I walked into the old part of town and sat down in a restaurant. My hunger was almost overcast by the feeling that everyone was looking at me, seeing the T-shirt as a ladies, seeing the bra through the T-shirt, even seeing the panties. I ordered a glass of rose wine, and a salad Nicosia. After the first glass of wine, I relaxed a bit more and ordered a second glass with the food. The food was probably quite good, but even after the wine the nerves of getting cought in womens underwear made sure that the food made no lasting impression.