For 40 years or so I have struggled with this cross-dressing thing. Struggled to control it, stop it, even suppress it. But in all these years there was always the dream, the desire, the fantasy if you will, to be able to go out and about in public. To shop in the mall, eat in restaurants, take in a movie all while fully dressed as a woman. Even those times that I had purged, stopped all cross-dressing activities this dream, this fantasy would not stop. It was always there tormenting me, calling out to me. When I thought everything was under control, the last vestiges of femininity had been culled, my tormentor would return just as strongly as ever before.
Finally, and thankfully, late last year I came to my senses. I quit fighting it, accepted and embraced my transgendered nature. I made a New Years resolution to make time for Anita and get her out. This I have already done.
I have regularly attended the local TG social group and been out alone at a mall several times. Just yesterday I went to my therapist dressed in a woman's bright red blouse, dark gray woman's slacks with thin red and gray vertical stripes, red boots, red purse and my new light brunette shoulder length wig. (sorry no pics, but I will try to get some next time I wear it) After my session I went to a Friendly's restaurant for lunch then off to a thrift store for some shopping as the woman I am. The day continued with a trip to a mall for shopping and walking about. Later in the afternoon I took in a movie at that mall then back out to the mall some more. Although much shopping was done little was actually purchased. On the way home I stopped at a Denny's restaurant for supper before finally returning home.
All in all I was out about 12 hours and it was all good. I don't know if anyone clocked me or not. I didn't hear any remarks nor see anyone pointing my way. No one in the restaurants appeared to be uncomfortable in my presence. The SA's and waitresses were all very kind and helpful. Of course I tipped well for their kindness.
Finally after all these years the dream is starting to become reality. It is all as good as was imagined for all that time. Only now does living feel like it should. life now feels right and it feels good. Dare I say that life is a little happier now. I don't know where this is going and before it is all over perhaps I'll need to transition but I know that I can never go back to pretending to be the man I never really was. Life demands that the woman within me is allowed to live.
Why do I post this, I wish to encourage others out there to not wait so long, don't spend so many years fighting, suppressing something that may be an important part of yourself. Life is short and before you realize it you may be in your declining days looking back with regrets for what you never risked.
I'm living the dream, it is good.
AnitaH