In the end I chickend out partially because of the whole travel thing but this is the first time I've had strong feelings that it's something I needed to do. Once I got home I put on a skirt.
I also saw a gorgeous girl on the train with a cold shoulder top on, a leather mini skirt, strappy heels and long blonde hair. I so wanted to be her in that moment. Curse of the hetero cross dresser; do I fancy the girl or just the outfit?
Oh, I also bought a lovely short sleeved top last week, blue (because I'm so manly) with a white collar. Very nice, love it.