It was a huge milestone for me to break out into my skinsuit for the first time in public. It gets easier every time when I cycle, but I still feel out of place wearing spandex in public unless I'm actually cycling. However, I think this barrier is slowly coming down:
The first time I wore my spandex shorts in public was with a friend at lunch. After I had driven two hours to her place and cycled for another hour and a half, we decided to get lunch. Fortunately for her, she was able to take a quick shower. I told her that in my haste to meet her in the morning, I hadn't prepared an extra set of clothes. She offered me some of her unisex cargo pants, but I refused (also because I wet myself during our ride, because that large coffee I downed to keep me awake did a huge dent on my bladder). Anyway, we ended up at this Japanese place. I felt a little bit uneasy at first, but the town she's in has a lot of cyclists. And since I was actually with someone, I felt less embarrassed. To others, people may have thought that I was just another cyclist.
The second time happened just last week. I was in my blue cycling spandex set riding when my rear derailleur snapped off. This completely made disabled my bicycle, so I had to walk back. Even though I was riding for not even two miles, I decided to walk back using the same way--there were a few blind spots and I didn't feel safe with cars zipping by. I made a detour instead, which added a significant amount of time back to my truck. Along the way, my chain got stuck and I had to yield to other joggers and passerby-ers along the dirt path. It's a nice, sunny day, and I'm getting a nice tan in my gear--absolutely perfect! Another cyclist stopped by and offered me help back, but I told him my truck was nearby. With that said, he continued riding, but not after I was checking out his gear--he was older than me, but still fit. I don't remember his top, but recognized that his black, bicycle shorts were definitely shiny under the bright sun. As he rode off, I started to fantasize about whether or not he was into spandex either. I did lean over as we both looked over at my bike, but obviously there was no move on him--perhaps he's not into it, or it was a public place--regardless, my mind wandered into a scenario where he would have done some stuff to me...
Anyway, by the time I get to my truck, I call the local REI store. They tell me that they can fix it, so I drive there and, still in my tight gear, enter the store with my broken bicycle. Again, I'm a bit embarrassed at first, but my mind was more focused on getting my bicycle fixed. As I waited for the technician to do his thing, I sat down and played on my phone. There were a few other customers, but I don't think they paid too much attention to me. Maybe there was a glance here and there, but I didn't notice anything. Unfortunately, my bicycle part was slightly off, forcing me to leave my bike there while they order it and fix it. At this time, I'm about to completely piss my blue cycling shorts because I had drank a large coffee and two bottles of water during my long hike back under the sun. As omorashi/wetting myself in spandex is another fetish of mine, I quickly found a secluded corner in the back of the parking lot and completely drenched my blue shorts.
I did like how these two instances came about naturally. It definitely boosted my confidence about wearing my cycling spandex in the public, and I think it'll be more frequent. Hopefully one day I'll catch the attention of another spandex fetishist--and end up with a creamy, goopy mess in my spandex shorts!