Barbra P
11-02-2013, 09:18 AM
It’s always nice to find out that you look better than you think you do. I was able to dress both Wednesday and Thursday this week, nothing fancy, my new $15 Levi women’s Jeans, a pair of studded turquoise strappy sandals (flat soles) and a multi-colored (pinks, purples, black, and white) print peasant blouse for the clothes. I also had on my wig, makeup (lipstick matched one of the colors on the blouse), and some jewelry. Undergarments and breast forms go without saying. I thought I looked pretty good. I had planned to switch tops and wear my new cowl-neck sweater for the evening when it got cooler, only it never got cool enough.
The kids started coming before it was dark and the girl around the corner, who my grandkids like to play with, arrived with her father and uncle and I was expecting some sort of comment. Nothing was said. A little later she walks by and her mother is trailing along behind. I say to the mother, “that’s not much of a costume” (jeans, sneakers, and what looked like a sweatshirt). She comes back with “Oh yeah, and what are you supposed to be?” Now I’m standing on the sidewalk and she walks over and she is telling me that she still can’t figure out what my costume is supposed to be, and I say “you really can’t tell?” and she says “no”. I’m feeling pretty good about now. I finally say “I’m a girl.” She looks at me and it still doesn’t register, but her husband picks up on it and he’s laughing. Finally it dawns on her “Oh my G__!”
In years past when I have dressed I would get comments from the parents, “Did your wife do your makeup?”, “Like your costume”, “How long can you go in those heels?” – that’s when I could still wear heels. This year not one comment, not even a snicker, nobody seemed to even notice.
Yesterday evening my Daughter and I were around the corner and we were talking to the Mom and Dad. They thought I was an Aunt or relative visiting and helping to hand out treats. The Mom said that even when she was up close talking to me she didn’t pick up on the fact that I was a male. Yes it was night but there is a street light directly across the street so it was quite light. I never considered that I “pass” but maybe I blend better than I thought.
Anyway I enjoyed myself and I consider Halloween night a success.
The kids started coming before it was dark and the girl around the corner, who my grandkids like to play with, arrived with her father and uncle and I was expecting some sort of comment. Nothing was said. A little later she walks by and her mother is trailing along behind. I say to the mother, “that’s not much of a costume” (jeans, sneakers, and what looked like a sweatshirt). She comes back with “Oh yeah, and what are you supposed to be?” Now I’m standing on the sidewalk and she walks over and she is telling me that she still can’t figure out what my costume is supposed to be, and I say “you really can’t tell?” and she says “no”. I’m feeling pretty good about now. I finally say “I’m a girl.” She looks at me and it still doesn’t register, but her husband picks up on it and he’s laughing. Finally it dawns on her “Oh my G__!”
In years past when I have dressed I would get comments from the parents, “Did your wife do your makeup?”, “Like your costume”, “How long can you go in those heels?” – that’s when I could still wear heels. This year not one comment, not even a snicker, nobody seemed to even notice.
Yesterday evening my Daughter and I were around the corner and we were talking to the Mom and Dad. They thought I was an Aunt or relative visiting and helping to hand out treats. The Mom said that even when she was up close talking to me she didn’t pick up on the fact that I was a male. Yes it was night but there is a street light directly across the street so it was quite light. I never considered that I “pass” but maybe I blend better than I thought.
Anyway I enjoyed myself and I consider Halloween night a success.