This weekend I am going, as a male, to a charity fundraising event, which I was invited to attend with my sister in law and her husband, as well as my other sister in law and sister's husband. (These are the two sisters of my late wife.) My daughter is also invited, and will be with me. It's one of those $50 a plate dinners, with auctions for other fund raising, to help a local dyslexia charity. One of my sisters in law is affiliated with the event and has a table that she has invited us to join, at no cost to us. (Though we will likely bid on some of the auctions to help raise money for the charity.) My late wife had dyslexia, and the condition has been something her eldest sister has been active in championing support services for.
While we are there, and before the dinner, My daughter and one of my sisters in law will go to the cemetery where my late wife and my parents are interred, and pay our respects to them for the first time since moving to Oregon. after the dinner, we will be spending one night at one of the sister's homes, and return the next day. (The sister who sent the invitation.)
I am not out yet to any of my sisters in law or to their husbands or their daughters (my two nieces, on that side of the family). This will be the first time they will see me with pierced ears and acrylic nails... I had neither when they saw me just a few months ago, over the Christmas holidays last year.
I have been assisting my daughter in getting appropriate shoes and pantyhose for that event. But as we prepare for the event, I keep thinking in 'girl mode', for what Ceera (my feminine alter ego) ought to plan to wear!
For all of the charity events that I have attended in the last two years, I have gone to them as a woman. My feminine side kind of expects to be set loose to do the same for this function, even though I am not ready to come out yet to my sisters in law. Or at least, I am certainly not ready to present my feminine self to them without due warning. If they ask why I have pierced my ears, gotten my nails done, shaved my arms, and even had my eyebrows threaded, I suppose I will try to come out to them. Frankly, I don't care if my late wife's sisters disown me for being TG. But I doubt they will react badly. Both families are pretty solid in affirming the rights of minority groups.
It shall be an interesting weekend, to be sure...