Charlotte7
11-04-2018, 09:24 AM
Let me set the scene.
It's a Sunday morning and me and the wife have come to a local market town for a wander round and to take a look in a few charity shops. It's not a large town, maybe a few thousand souls but, over the years it's become a favoured Sunday morning haunt, if we're having a local day.
We've parked the car in the normal place and are wandering back over the river to get to the town centre.
I'm not sure if the first thing I notice, in the distance but coming towards us, is the satin top hat, or the full length satin dress, worn under a matching satin dress coat. I can't see the shoes, the dress is too long.
All three, the top hat, the dress and the coat are pink, a light pink, baby pink?
Perhaps I noticed both, the hat and the dress, at the same time.
I would guess that with the top hat, this person is at least 6 feet 3 inches tall, possibly more.And broad of shoulders too.
And so we pass each other, on opposite sides of the road. There is no click of shoe on the pavement and so I deduce that they are not wearing heels, but heels would be a crazy choice on these cobbles. As we cross, it is as clear as day that he is wearing no makeup, and, other than going all out to impress with the dress, is making no attempt to pass or blend.
He is as he is, a tall, stunning man, dressed to be seen, to be noticed, a vision in a full length ball gown.
There are others about too, crossing the bridge in both directions, and nobody notices, well they probably notice, but do they all see? I'm sure that most see a woman, some see the man, but other than that they all move on. There are no second glances.
Nobody laughs, nobody stares, all is normal.
And then, at the other end of the bridge one person gets their phone out and takes a picture. He sniggers, but it's evident that this is more a problem for him. His masculinity has been questioned and all he can do is laugh. He is laughing, though he doesn't know it, at himself, at his inability to cope.
He, the man with the phone crosses the road and meets his mate in the middle of the bridge. They look at the picture, they both laugh, but then their eye is caught by an intricately carved pumpkin on a nearby wall and he takes a picture of that.
They move on. The tall man in the pink dress and top hat disappears around the corner.
Life returns to normal, except that it doesn't return to normal, for what has happened is normal.
So, what does this tell me?
That there really is nothing wrong with going about with a dress on, people see and people don't see. People just carry on. Yes, the odd number will laugh, they odd few will take pictures, but, if you look stunning in a pink dress, then maybe pictures are what you want people to have?
And you know what, it's odds on that these people who snigger, who laugh, who struggle to cope, see any cross dresser however well they blend or pass, and should they be read, then the phone camera would come out every time.
But, so what?!!
Whoever you are, the man in pink on the bridge, blessings and thanks for brightening up my day.
And, well, you never know, they may just read this.
It's a Sunday morning and me and the wife have come to a local market town for a wander round and to take a look in a few charity shops. It's not a large town, maybe a few thousand souls but, over the years it's become a favoured Sunday morning haunt, if we're having a local day.
We've parked the car in the normal place and are wandering back over the river to get to the town centre.
I'm not sure if the first thing I notice, in the distance but coming towards us, is the satin top hat, or the full length satin dress, worn under a matching satin dress coat. I can't see the shoes, the dress is too long.
All three, the top hat, the dress and the coat are pink, a light pink, baby pink?
Perhaps I noticed both, the hat and the dress, at the same time.
I would guess that with the top hat, this person is at least 6 feet 3 inches tall, possibly more.And broad of shoulders too.
And so we pass each other, on opposite sides of the road. There is no click of shoe on the pavement and so I deduce that they are not wearing heels, but heels would be a crazy choice on these cobbles. As we cross, it is as clear as day that he is wearing no makeup, and, other than going all out to impress with the dress, is making no attempt to pass or blend.
He is as he is, a tall, stunning man, dressed to be seen, to be noticed, a vision in a full length ball gown.
There are others about too, crossing the bridge in both directions, and nobody notices, well they probably notice, but do they all see? I'm sure that most see a woman, some see the man, but other than that they all move on. There are no second glances.
Nobody laughs, nobody stares, all is normal.
And then, at the other end of the bridge one person gets their phone out and takes a picture. He sniggers, but it's evident that this is more a problem for him. His masculinity has been questioned and all he can do is laugh. He is laughing, though he doesn't know it, at himself, at his inability to cope.
He, the man with the phone crosses the road and meets his mate in the middle of the bridge. They look at the picture, they both laugh, but then their eye is caught by an intricately carved pumpkin on a nearby wall and he takes a picture of that.
They move on. The tall man in the pink dress and top hat disappears around the corner.
Life returns to normal, except that it doesn't return to normal, for what has happened is normal.
So, what does this tell me?
That there really is nothing wrong with going about with a dress on, people see and people don't see. People just carry on. Yes, the odd number will laugh, they odd few will take pictures, but, if you look stunning in a pink dress, then maybe pictures are what you want people to have?
And you know what, it's odds on that these people who snigger, who laugh, who struggle to cope, see any cross dresser however well they blend or pass, and should they be read, then the phone camera would come out every time.
But, so what?!!
Whoever you are, the man in pink on the bridge, blessings and thanks for brightening up my day.
And, well, you never know, they may just read this.