Veronica 1
05-26-2008, 08:54 PM
Yesterday afternoon I get a call from a buddy that I have not seen since Christmas and who knows nothing about my hobby. He was in town and trying to find his wife who had just left him due to his Nazi attitudes, and figured that as she was a close friend of mine that I would know where to find her. He was hinting about some rumors that he had heard and read in her private e-mails (Like I said, he is a real Nazi), and would be by in an hour or two to talk to me. I was dressed at the time but thought that I had a bit of time to relax before he got there but I did remove my makeup and changed into a pair of fem jeans and t-shirt so that all I had to remove when he showed up would be my bra and forms. As luck would have it, just about the time I sat down again, about 20-30 minutes after he called, I hear stomping coming down the stairs to my room. I frantically ducked around the corner and was standing there frantically trying to get my bra and forms off when he appeared. "Dude, you're for real!" was his comment as he turned and went back upstairs again for, as luck would have it, his ex-wife had just arrived at my house at the same time that he and his entourage did. When I got finished changing and went upstairs he and his wife were outside talking and his cousin asked me outside to talk. She brought up the rumors and that there were people telling all sorts of transgendered stories about me. As I had been caught bare breasted, there was no sense in trying to deny it. She took it well when I told her that the rumors were true and that I had been doing it for years but just in the past couple years had expanded my feminine feelings and dressing. All she asked was why and so I told her that the clothing felt so much better than male attire and that deep down I had a very wide feminine streak. She just smiled, shook her head and went off to the rest of the group that had came with them. After they had left, I sat down and contemplated the events for a bit and then got dressed again. They are not people that I know, except for the Nazi, and I realized just how little their opinions of me matter. Over the past year I have become so much more comfortable with myself that these little setbacks don't seem to matter anymore. I am not embarrassed by it nor do I feel that I have to try and make amends to him as he came charging down into my private sanctum unannounced. I realize that this is my true self and if they cannot accept me as I am, cest la vie. If he still wants to come and visit me I am sure that he will phone first and I will not force him to see me dressed unless he expresses a willingness to do so. I see this as growth on my part as a year ago this event would have destroyed me. Just another unfolding tale of my life.