Carin
09-04-2008, 04:26 PM
Life has been persistently telling me that I am in the right place recently.
About two months ago I am on my weekly 70 mile drive home, not half dressed up as is common for me on these trips, but fully feminine in a really nice dress, appropriate accessories and makeup. I see the red and blue lights in my mirror. Crap, speeding. My Jaguar does not like to trot. It runs with the wind. I pull over.. Highway patrol officer .. "Ma'am, do you know that you were doing 80 mph." (Only 80 I thought, he can't have been watching me for long). "No, really, I didn't realize", handing him my drivers license. He does a double take as he goes away to check it, comes back, returns my license, "You need to slow down, OK", and he is gone. No ticket. That has never happened before!
Maybe he got an urgent call over the radio, maybe he just didn't want to deal with whatever I am :eek:, maybe he just felt in a good mood.
Then last weekend, I am backing out of a parking space, cars coming and going, I misjudged and rubbed paint on another car. I was dressed again, and my daughter was with me. We all get out look at it. I know that a body shop is going to charge a significant amount to fix it. The other driver is a young guy, quiet, and clearly not sure about who or what he is dealing with. 5 minutes looking at the damage,thinking, looking again, he says "No problem", and declines to take my information. I can see his mind working on "How could I tell my friends that I got hit by a transvestite".:heehee:
And so this morning, on my weekly 70 mile outward trip, whadda you know, those blue and red lights in my mirror again. I didn't have a dress on, but nonetheless a fully unmistakable feminine outfit. The lady Highway Patrol officer, approaches.. "Ma'am, do you know you were doing 80 on the freeway." "No!, really!, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking" (sounds much better than I wasn't paying attention). "Yea", she said, "You just blew right by me". OK, so I REALLY wasn't paying attention. I gave her my drivers license. No double take from her, no discernable reaction, she just said, "if this (the drivers license) is clean we're OK!". Returns a couple of minutes later. "You need to slow down, OK!" and she takes off. No ticket.
OK so the first time I figure "whatever". But three times now, twice with Police officers, life is being kind to me. I am getting the message. Life is kind to the feminine me. At least I should let Carin do all the driving :devil:.
OK, save your comments about my driving habits for another forum, that is not the point here. Being stopped while dressed didn't phase me at all. When I saw the flashing lights behing me, my first reaction was "Crap, speeding ticket", not "Crap, I'm dressed". Not getting the speeding tickets threw me for a loop though.
I have also told a few people recently about being transgendered. All positive or more than positive reactions. My guardian angel is nudging me down a :battingeyelashes: path here. This path brings me peace.:)
About two months ago I am on my weekly 70 mile drive home, not half dressed up as is common for me on these trips, but fully feminine in a really nice dress, appropriate accessories and makeup. I see the red and blue lights in my mirror. Crap, speeding. My Jaguar does not like to trot. It runs with the wind. I pull over.. Highway patrol officer .. "Ma'am, do you know that you were doing 80 mph." (Only 80 I thought, he can't have been watching me for long). "No, really, I didn't realize", handing him my drivers license. He does a double take as he goes away to check it, comes back, returns my license, "You need to slow down, OK", and he is gone. No ticket. That has never happened before!
Maybe he got an urgent call over the radio, maybe he just didn't want to deal with whatever I am :eek:, maybe he just felt in a good mood.
Then last weekend, I am backing out of a parking space, cars coming and going, I misjudged and rubbed paint on another car. I was dressed again, and my daughter was with me. We all get out look at it. I know that a body shop is going to charge a significant amount to fix it. The other driver is a young guy, quiet, and clearly not sure about who or what he is dealing with. 5 minutes looking at the damage,thinking, looking again, he says "No problem", and declines to take my information. I can see his mind working on "How could I tell my friends that I got hit by a transvestite".:heehee:
And so this morning, on my weekly 70 mile outward trip, whadda you know, those blue and red lights in my mirror again. I didn't have a dress on, but nonetheless a fully unmistakable feminine outfit. The lady Highway Patrol officer, approaches.. "Ma'am, do you know you were doing 80 on the freeway." "No!, really!, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking" (sounds much better than I wasn't paying attention). "Yea", she said, "You just blew right by me". OK, so I REALLY wasn't paying attention. I gave her my drivers license. No double take from her, no discernable reaction, she just said, "if this (the drivers license) is clean we're OK!". Returns a couple of minutes later. "You need to slow down, OK!" and she takes off. No ticket.
OK so the first time I figure "whatever". But three times now, twice with Police officers, life is being kind to me. I am getting the message. Life is kind to the feminine me. At least I should let Carin do all the driving :devil:.
OK, save your comments about my driving habits for another forum, that is not the point here. Being stopped while dressed didn't phase me at all. When I saw the flashing lights behing me, my first reaction was "Crap, speeding ticket", not "Crap, I'm dressed". Not getting the speeding tickets threw me for a loop though.
I have also told a few people recently about being transgendered. All positive or more than positive reactions. My guardian angel is nudging me down a :battingeyelashes: path here. This path brings me peace.:)