We had the family over for Christmas Eve, and I told my 27 year old daughter the truth about me, that her dear old dad is really a woman named Karen. She listened carefully, then all she said was "just make sure you don't learn how to walk in heels before I do". I told her it was a little late for that. I'm truly blessed to have such wonderful children.
I pretty much go everywhere now dressed, and it feels so wonderful. For the first time in my life I feel real, and I feel alive. I get a few stares and a few giggles, but I don't care because the good I feel far, far outweighs that. I smile at everyone who looks my way, and the vast majority smile right back. All the years I spent hiding, such a waste. Oh well, I still have plenty of time to live and be me, I sure don't plan on wasting any of it.
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