Michellebej
11-16-2006, 09:34 PM
Hya Girls.
I took the opportunity of the Halloween Week, to finally go out in public as me. I had done this before, but; only in a state of drunkeness, and with someone elses company.
I really did not know what to expect. The hard part was walking out the back door to my car. It was broad daylight. I took a deeeeeep breath and just walked out to my car like I owned it....well....I guess I do!
I think I was a bit surprised that the neighborhood watch wasn't waiting with camcorders.
I had a good time, and introduced myself to a number of girls ( like us) at a local lesbian bar that went out of thier way to make me feel good. On my way out a GG stopped me and asked me if I was a girl. That felt good, but; gosh, when I look into a mirror I ask myself; "How can anyone mistake me for a girl?".
So the next night I went to a party at a friends house. They are a straight couple with red neck tendencies, but; are real salt of the earth types. When the wife answered the door, the first words out of her mouth were " Look lady I'll vote, ok! " She later told me that she had answered the door three times before to find politcal canvassers.
I talked to her in my best ( Really rotten ) female voice for a min. Finally she was going to slam the door in my face when I told her it was me. She just stood there and blinked for thirty seconds or so. I talked to her again in my normal voice and her response was "OMG". I helped her set up, and she asked me not to say anything to anyone. She wanted to see if anyone else could be fooled. No one figured it was me. Which really surprised me. As it is really obvious, to me at least, that I am not a woman. I don't know why,but; instead of being happy with myself, I kinda argued the point. I think maybe it was protective coloration. I mean those people have known me for ten years and are somewhat "homophobic" ( yeah, yeah, I know). At the end of the party, three of the girls decided to prove they were right and took me shopping. We got clothes and went to the womans room and no one looked twice at me.
Ok, long story, but; the question is: Are too hard on ourselves? And; do we see the wrong person in the mirror. Bye the way, All the girls told me I was so totally different as a girl that it was hard to believe I could be who I said I was. One even went so far as to suggest that I was my sister playing a practical joke on them. Never mind that none of them had ever met one of my sisters.
Thanks for letting me ramble.
Love
Michelle
I took the opportunity of the Halloween Week, to finally go out in public as me. I had done this before, but; only in a state of drunkeness, and with someone elses company.
I really did not know what to expect. The hard part was walking out the back door to my car. It was broad daylight. I took a deeeeeep breath and just walked out to my car like I owned it....well....I guess I do!
I think I was a bit surprised that the neighborhood watch wasn't waiting with camcorders.
I had a good time, and introduced myself to a number of girls ( like us) at a local lesbian bar that went out of thier way to make me feel good. On my way out a GG stopped me and asked me if I was a girl. That felt good, but; gosh, when I look into a mirror I ask myself; "How can anyone mistake me for a girl?".
So the next night I went to a party at a friends house. They are a straight couple with red neck tendencies, but; are real salt of the earth types. When the wife answered the door, the first words out of her mouth were " Look lady I'll vote, ok! " She later told me that she had answered the door three times before to find politcal canvassers.
I talked to her in my best ( Really rotten ) female voice for a min. Finally she was going to slam the door in my face when I told her it was me. She just stood there and blinked for thirty seconds or so. I talked to her again in my normal voice and her response was "OMG". I helped her set up, and she asked me not to say anything to anyone. She wanted to see if anyone else could be fooled. No one figured it was me. Which really surprised me. As it is really obvious, to me at least, that I am not a woman. I don't know why,but; instead of being happy with myself, I kinda argued the point. I think maybe it was protective coloration. I mean those people have known me for ten years and are somewhat "homophobic" ( yeah, yeah, I know). At the end of the party, three of the girls decided to prove they were right and took me shopping. We got clothes and went to the womans room and no one looked twice at me.
Ok, long story, but; the question is: Are too hard on ourselves? And; do we see the wrong person in the mirror. Bye the way, All the girls told me I was so totally different as a girl that it was hard to believe I could be who I said I was. One even went so far as to suggest that I was my sister playing a practical joke on them. Never mind that none of them had ever met one of my sisters.
Thanks for letting me ramble.
Love
Michelle