Jackie7
12-23-2014, 05:54 PM
Recent threads about flying en femme prod me to post this true-life TSA story. Last winter we flew home from Salt lake City after I broke my wrist in a fall on the ice. I’m wearing a metal brace inside a sling buttoned into a denim jacket that has metal buttons. I dump my overcoat, shoes and belt into the tub but the full-body scanner goes mad so they wave me off to the side to raise both arms overhead for a personal workout. Now, I’ve been holding my jeans up with my only good hand, and as I let go to raise my good arm I feel my jeans sliding down off my skinny old ass.
Now I don't actually own any male underwear any more, and in that instant I remember that I am underdressed in silky salmon-pink panties with a matching lacy camisole. I'm both embarrassed and angry as my trousers settle around my knees and the male TSA agent wands my armpits for explosives. I ask whether the agent is having fun yet but he doesn't answer and before I start to make a scene I realize that it’s actually very funny, in a screw-you kind of way. I mean it's not against the law for me to wear whatever I want, it’s just my clothes and nobody's damn business, I can hardly believe our so-called civilization has come down to this, the TSA's dumb procedures created this situation so you all can deal with it, I no longer care. I mean it felt like a moment of divine liberation.
And as I recovered my aplomb and with more than a little bit of awkward struggling hoist my trousers into place, I look around and I realize that although I am in full view alongside the scanning machines, nobody is watching, nobody else cares, everybody's immersed in their own little TSA dramas… and now I’m one step closer to flying fully en femme.
Now I don't actually own any male underwear any more, and in that instant I remember that I am underdressed in silky salmon-pink panties with a matching lacy camisole. I'm both embarrassed and angry as my trousers settle around my knees and the male TSA agent wands my armpits for explosives. I ask whether the agent is having fun yet but he doesn't answer and before I start to make a scene I realize that it’s actually very funny, in a screw-you kind of way. I mean it's not against the law for me to wear whatever I want, it’s just my clothes and nobody's damn business, I can hardly believe our so-called civilization has come down to this, the TSA's dumb procedures created this situation so you all can deal with it, I no longer care. I mean it felt like a moment of divine liberation.
And as I recovered my aplomb and with more than a little bit of awkward struggling hoist my trousers into place, I look around and I realize that although I am in full view alongside the scanning machines, nobody is watching, nobody else cares, everybody's immersed in their own little TSA dramas… and now I’m one step closer to flying fully en femme.