When I visited a big city and went to a wig shop that works with major league drag queen crossdressers, a customer came with ten of his wigs to prepare while he was flying out of town work. This was the guy who sits way in front of the plane. He seemed so...plain. A few years younger. He had no need to meet me. He was in civilian boy clothes and I was in girl dress but not mind getting a make up lesson. We chatted as well as possible, for a few minutes. Both of us were forcing small talk. What stands out to me is how unassuming and inconsequential this meeting had been. I would love to go to a place where "us" girls can get out for a night. Oh, but for a large city.
