Last night was the sixth time I have gone out enfemme and it was the worst ever. Sorry for the long story but I have to vent. I don't spend hours of my time getting ready to have to deal with dangerous, violent, and threatening behavior from nutty people. Anyway, I get ready by shaving my entire body again, fixing up my eyebrows a little bit, and I put on a cute green dress which really shows the shape of my body and it cuts off above the knees so it shows my shaved legs. I also wore my 4" heels which are still something to get used to. As before, I was heading to a TG-friendly club. This is a club with a lot of gay men as well as MTF transgender people. Most of the TGs are actually transsexuals and some have had breast implants, some the SRS, but most fully pre-op with no surgeries at all. There are also crossdressers and drag queen performers who put on a drag show for the audience. There are very few GGs there.
I wasn't feeling good earlier that day and was considering canceling Britney's night out but as the sun started going down, I began to feel better so I decided to go ahead with it. Well, I almost didn't make it to the club because some drunk or drugged person was walking down the middle of a major street who I nearly ran over with my car at 45 mph. The idiot wasn't even crossing the street, he was walking down the middle of the lane. That sure would have ruined the night had I hit him. So I get to the club and the crowd was not healthy both physically and mentally. A large number of the other TGs are there working the bar for the purposes of prostitution. Most of the men were extremely unattractive, overweight, and were at least 50 years of age or older. I am in my early twenties. I'm constantly having to ward off these sickos who want to start feeling up my legs. On the bright side, I was able to strike up a couple of intelligent conversations with a couple of guys who were of course much older and in their 50s. They were not trying to pick me up so that was fine.
Then there were these two T-girls in the women's room who were acting crazy and were aggressively trying to find out how I padded my breasts and I told them not to touch my outfit and they even try to block the door to keep me from leaving. Turns out five minutes later, they start beating each other up and get thrown out of the bar. I got tired of the beer I was having and didn't even finish it. A male friend I have seen there a few times was interested in dating me for the night. So I agreed to bring him to his place. I figured maybe something good for the night would happen. Yet, I cannot even leave the bar with him without all the other T-girls watching and getting jealous and causing problems. So I told him to just keep a low profile so nobody would think anything was up. As 2:15 am approached and they were getting everyone out of the bar, a couple of T-girls whom I've known before insisted I give them a ride to another bar. No matter how many times I say "No" they get aggressive and almost threatening. I already did the smart thing by parking several blocks away from the bar so nobody would see me leave and so I could slip to it when needed.
So finally I have to watch for when the "coast is clear" and I told him where the car was parked and had him go first and then I followed second. While no bar patrons saw me leave, a bunch of "clients" for these prostitutes begin to circle the bar in their ghetto pickup trucks probably thinking I'm a prostitute. It takes less than one minute to get to the car yet immediately there are a whole line of trucks following me and then making U-turns and repeating the process over and over. Once I make it to the car, they then pull over and just sit in their trucks watching. So I take him to his place and we go inside but then from the parking lot to the door, I have to battle my way through endless crackheads and bums wanting a handout. Welcome to Phoenix, Arizona. Anyway, long story short on this sub-story but we fooled around a little bit but I felt kind of bad because things with us just didn't click as well as they should have and I believe that I was the one mostly to blame. I was very moody the whole night and I think I disappointed him because I didn't stay long and I told him I'm not going to be dressing up enfemme anymore for awhile and I am also going to stay away from the bar also for awhile. He didn't seem upset or anything but could tell that I was experiencing the bad energy of the night in general.
The worst part of it all came when I pulled into my apartment complex expecting an empty parking lot and a place I could go to for some peace and quiet. Instead, there was a 20-man fight in the parking lot. Literally. Multiple fights were taking place with multiple people in all directions. Beer bottles were being thrown and blood was flying. Here I am crossdressed and cannot even get out of the car and to my apartment without having to go through these sick animals. In addition, there were dozens of onlookers who were equipped with bags of potato chips and cans of beer enjoying the fight and cheering various members on. I was concerned that someone might throw a bottle at me and at this point I was really POed. I didn't care whether or not they all knew that I was a guy in a dress. I got out of my car and walked right through them and past them with a purse in my right hand and a pistol pointed downward in my left hand and I made sure they all saw the gun. Not very lady-like but I really didn't care at that point. I went in my apartment and called the cops and quickly changed into my guy clothes and removed the makeup. Numerous people were arrested but interestingly enough since I could also see it from my apartment window, as soon as they saw the gun, all of the onlookers immediately left the area and the fight for the most part was breaking up at that point. So I guess a crazy lady drove them off. The police had no problems with my actions even though the criminals told them about the gun.
So much for a night out. I am new still to crossdressing and want to go out and have a good time but it seems like there is never any normalcy. Just idiots, drunks, crazies, and troublemakers everywhere. I am not a prostitute and I am not looking for trouble. I just want to have fun, meet intelligent people and have good conversation, and maybe have some level of intimacy. I'm not sure where that can be found or if it can be found. I live in the fifth largest U.S. city and all I seem to see is cultural bankruptcy in every direction. Likewise, I shouldn't have to feel like my life is in danger when I get dressed up. It's horrible!
My name is Carol.
Roberta 
