Oh! To Be A Girl
For personal real life issues, like not being allowed access to my grandchildren, I cannot live full-time as a woman. However, I find relief in going for regular make-overs to a very professional lady on the Gold Coast of Queensland (isn't that an ironic name?) who does a great job of transforming me into a somewhat realistic semblance of a female. I have to say that I love myself after she has performed her magic upon me, even though I can only maintain the illusion for a relatively short time.
So I visited her on Thursday and had a great time trying on a number of outfits after she had transformed my face into as close as I can get to being female these days and when I left her salon, still en femme, I drove to visit a dear friend who has gone the whole way and is now fully female.
She is much braver than me. We had a cup of tea and a lovely chat and it was a nice visit. I have to say I feel so good about myself when I am properly dressed. Being relaxed in your own gender is just such a blast. Most of you will know exactly what I mean. And I had on a great outfit which I just loved. My friend took a heap of selfies to spread around to mutual acquaintances and we had a great couple of hours.
Anyway, I live in Brisbane, in a block of apartments, so I drove home, still on a bit of a high, parked the car and called for the lift (elevator, for our transatlantic friends). The doors opened and there were my next-door neighbours, also on their way up to our ninth-floor apartments.
What can you do? They are a mother and daughter, both very good-looking, no point in cringeing or trying to hide, so I walked into the lift and gave them a big smile and said "Well, what do you think?" When their jaws had finished dropping they asked me what was going on, so I told a LITTLE white lie and said I was going to a cross-dressing party.
They then told me I looked as good as Caitlyn Jenner (Ooh, I do love flattering liars!) and we were all having a good laugh by the time we got out of the lift and went to our separate apartments.
I suppose the reason I am posting this is to say that you don't have to be terrified when you get sprung. People can be quite nice.