The other night Kat and I went to her hairdresser to get my wig cut. Short hair! I love it. Anyway, afterwards we stopped at a local pub for a drink or three. It wasn't crowded at all, and there were two woman sitting at the end of the bar. As soon as they saw me they whispered to each other and giggled, so I knew I'd been made. Well, boo hoo. What to do in a situation like this? Why, go sit down right next to them, of course, so that's what we did.
They totally ignored us at first, boo hoo some more, but then they started talking to both of us. When they saw I didn't bite or wasn't going to eat their first born, they actually became quite friendly, and we sat and chatted for a couple of hours, having a good time. They just needed to be shown that us trannies are real sweethearts.
I consider myself to be a transexual, though I hate labels. We're all people, just some of us different. I have no plans for SRS because I'm married to a special lady, and I'm happy with myself as is. Anyway, when I first started going out into the world as the real me this year, after a lifetime of hiding in the closet, I was so obsessed with PASSING! I worried so much about looking like a "real" woman, it really was quite silly. I remember the first time I knew I'd been read, it shook me up so much that I didn't go out again for weeks.
I've grown so much this past year, I think I'm getting to be quite a special lady. I really don't care at all anymore about being read, or trying to look "real", because to me I'm real enough. All I try to do is look my best and be as nice to people as I always was before, and go about my business. I go out dressed a lot now, and I'm going to do it more and more, because that makes me feel real. I feel I pass to most of the people some of the time, and some of the people most of the time, and that's good enough for me. If some people I run into don't like it,well like I said, boo hoo. I won't shed a tear because I don't want to ruin my make-up.
GypsyKaren