Maybe, the times they are a changin'?

At the time, I was sitting in a deserted office/waiting room, reading a magazine, waiting for a friend to come out of her office and take us out clubbing. Heels, skirt, blouse and falsies. Make up and nails done. Hair fresh from the salon. It was my first complete and full day ever in broad daylight. I was already shaking with emotions and everything. I kept myself away from others, refused to let myself be talked to and so on, except in the Salon where they knew who and what I was. A day of living on the edge of fear. My legs were shaking, but that could have been the heels - first time in heels for longer than an hour. (I know though that I was so scared, it was the fear making them shake)

I was nearly reduced to complete and utter panic when a man walked into the office and sat down opposite me. Instantly, my bladder became full and I worried about weeing myself.

"Bonsoir, Madame!" he said pleasantly. Despite my panic, I was thrilled! "Bonsoir Monsieur" I replied and went back to my magazine, fearing any other conversation.

I didn't notice him checking me out in any extra special way, so I eventually relaxed.

Since then, maybe five or six times, I have had the "Ma'am" treatment, but I am getting older and lumpier nowadays - and 60-year-old pregnant women don't go unnoticed.

So I rarely venture out en femme these days.

But I treasure that moment in my secret treasure trove buried inside me.

Thanks for pulling it back out, Hypatia.

Passing is mostly attitude!