A common thread on this site is what to do when you encounter a crossdresser in the wild. It can be tough, often a split second judgement call. Do you let it pass (could be a GG, could be mortified to be outed, could be deflating to be clocked) or do you try to make a connection (could be a lonely person looking for an affirmation or connection).
I was in the position last week. I was exploring random wig shops in Las Vegas. Dolled up in mall chic (nice pants, pretty top, flats) but with full on glam evening makeup. I was sauntering down the aisle when a fellow crossdresser came from the other direction. Dressed to blend for sure and frankly I picked her only because I knew what to look for. A bit too much cleavage, slightly mannish face, and nylons with her sandals (oh, girl, please don't). Just a split second of eye-to-eye as our paths crossed, and I have no doubt she picked me as well. "That's that", I thought, no stalking with "hey chicka, looking good blah blah blah".
On to the next wig shop a few blocks down. There she is again! So, I chose to start the conversation I would have started between two chicks. "Oh my, believe me, I am NOT stalking you ha ha ha." All in my not-too-convincing chick voice. "No problem, hope you're having fun." In her not-too-convincing chick voice. The ice has now been completely broken, we can carry on as tribe members, except of course we're in public and there are people about. We exchange home towns (she was a local) and names. She asked if I was on Facebook. I am, and she said she thought she recognized me. She was trying wigs on at that point and I was just browsing so we left it at that.
Next encounter in the wild might be years away and could turn out completely differently, but this was nice, fun, and worked out well.
Hugs, Michelle