I'm on the couch in the living room typing on my laptop, fully dressed as Laura in makeup, dress, nylons and wig, and fifteen minutes ago the doorbell rang. My front door is only five feet from me and has a clear glass pane. I've never been out or seen as Laura by a stranger (or neighbor) and I froze like a rabbit. After a minute or so the doorbell rang again and I carefully peeked from a nearby window to see a well dressed man I don't know waiting on the porch. Finally the storm door opened and closed and after a few more minutes I timidly got up and opened the door. There was a leaflet between the doors inviting me to a function at a nearby church.
I guess I knew this would happen eventually and at least it wasn't my next door neighbor or my business partner, although that will probably happen someday too. Now that I know it was a stranger I think I should have answered the door -- mustache in full flower -- and taken a step forward as Laura. I'm sorry I didn't.
My wish to be seen and accepted as Laura is stronger than my courage. My mustache is important to my wife, to whom it's a last protection against my wanting to go out publicly as a woman, so for her sake I haven't shaved it off. I guess I can talk about it again with her but I don't want to make her life difficult -- she has other challenges and I'm the husband who wants to shoulder some of her load, not add to it.
Well that's where I am now. Sorry there isn't a resolution to this story yet... it's a serialized adventure. Thanks for listening.