Acceptance is always a good thing.

I know that testosterone had messed up any chance I'll ever have to be considered pretty, but then just today I was out and about and saw two or three women (GG I'm sure, since they were with their husbands) who were nearly as masculine looking as I am.

Yet, today I went to the Occupational Medical office for my yearly DOT physical. I went wearing a white blouse that the outline of my bra shows through and white summer slacks, ankle strap flats and light makeup. The Doctor and her receptionist both were very receptive of me, treated me professionally in a pleasant friendly manner. All in all I felt as if I was totally accepted as a male wearing women's clothes.

Then I changed to a skirt and went shopping. While wandering the mall, a nice lady at a kiosk offered to let me try some Hawaiian Moon, Aloe cream. Great stuff. I so liked her demeanor and attitude toward me that I actually bought the stuff. My wife thinks it great stuff.

I went to Penney's and was looking for a bra and was having a little difficulty deciding on what size. A salesclerk saw me and asked, "Are you finding everything you need Ma'am?" Acceptance. We discussed what size and she invited me to take two of them to the fitting room and see which one fit the best. Acceptance. Then after I decided, she was genuinely interested in which one I chose. I love it; being accepted when I go out is the best part of going someplace.