Hi everyone!
I haven't posted here in a few months--been super busy.
Yes, Gaby is sooo right about going out en femme the first time changing things!
My first time was Halloween about 10 years ago. My wife Nancy and I went to West Hollywood, which has a huge street fair that night. How huge? Well, the closest parking we could find was about a mile away. There were thousands and thousands of people there. I think there were probably more men in drag that night than not in drag.
It was amazing to me that I could wear clothes in public that I had previously thought of as purely fetishes. And it was fine. It was legal, it was OK, it was what thousands of other people were doing. No one stared, or laughed, or pointed.
And even in that crazy setting, I got ma'amed!
Yes, a lot changed that night. The guilt and shame and fear that I had carried around with me, got a good healthy dose of wholesomeness in the arm! I mean, it's hard to be ashamed when you're surrounded by thousands of people doing the same thing. It's hard to feel guilty about doing what everyone else is doing. As for fear, well I was more afraid about the wall-to-wall crowds, pickpockets, and so on.
And as the night ended, I knew I wanted to do it again.
Even more changed the next time, two weeks later. My wife and I began to fit it into our lifestyle. We went out to dinner, to a place with a drag show. Much quieter. No crowds. That is much more "us." We both knew it was going to be a regular part of our lifestyle. We began the slow process of meeting people this way--first a crossdressed waitress. A few months would go by until Rikki made her first real friend--that's how shy we both were back then.
Yes, I began to open up, to become more friendly, less shy. We began t meet the transgendered community in Los Angeles. It's big, diverse, and fragmented into subcommunities, based on political views, geography, economic brackets, and sexual orientation.
My wife Nancy is a morning person. She laid down the law to me that nightclubbing till late was not going to become part of our lifestyle. That meant that within a few months Rikki began to do a lot of daytime things--running errands, fun shopping, doing chores around the house, and so on.
I discovered two things that are infinitely easier dressed femme.
One is shopping for clothes together. As a guy, I had to wait outside the changing rooms. Once in a while, there was a chair, but more often, it meant standing. Nancy had to come out in the outfit, and show me. If I was trying something on, the whole thing was reversed. As Rikki, we can go into the fitting room together, and try everything on in there. It is much more convenient, and even safer. Plus, we can shop in the same stores now.
Another is going to the hardware stores. As a guy, the clerks always seemed to expect me to know as much as they did. You know, what this part is called, and what kind of tools are needed for the job. As a woman, they will explain what I don't understand. Plus, they'll happily carry heavy loads to the car.
Within a couple of years of this, the opportunity of a lifetime presented itself--a social service agency where I could volunteer a few hours a week, and do it en femme. I became their most eager and dependable volunteer. Within a few months, I was working there full time.
And I was living full-time as an openly transgendered woman. And loving it. This is me!
In the parlance of my transsexual friends, I had "transitioned." Yet, I had never taken a hormone in my life. Still haven't. I'm still a happily-married heterosexual male. But I don't really think of myself as male or female anymore. I'm just me.
I'm happier than I've ever been in my life. I'm also working harder, and I've become better organized. Gone is the depression that plagued me most of my life. Gone too are the guilt and shame and fear of my closeted years.