Yesterday was the first time I have been out as Melissa to anything other than a friend’s house or in the distant past to ‘gay’ venues both in my home town and in Manchester’s Canal Street. My parents were away for a few days so I took the opportunity to get all my girl stuff properly washed, ironed and put away (sans what I was wearing of course).
Sooo, I got made up (you know the makeup is right when you don’t look like a freak show sans wig), pearlescent blue nail polish, perfume, a long sleeve hooped top on, skinny jeans, suede black flat ankle boots (at 6’ 2” you won’t see me wearing 4” heels that often) a black leather jacket and I went out for a meal with my friend Stu, whom I have known since I was 5. Oh and this was also the first time I had been out in daylight hours too.
The drive to the restaurant in Stu’s car was uneventful though I felt apprehensive as we headed into the restaurant. I needn’t have worried, the staff never even gave me a second look (I realise I am not that convincing) and we sat down on a table towards the back (my choice, we could have sat further forward). We sat down and had a damn good catch up, the food was excellent, and the G&T’s went down the hatch nicely (well mine, Stu was driving so was on soft drinks). We then went to a bar down the road and had another drink where other than a few glances nobody appeared to notice me, excellent. It was an early finish though, I had the week of work Stu did not so we couldn’t stay for another. He dropped me off at home, I made a bru and sat playing computer games for a bit before removing everything and going to bed.
I had a bit of an emotional moment when I got home realising just how comfortable (well apart from the two lots of control underwear to keep everything in shape/place) I felt, how authentic, how me I felt. I am using these outings (several more planned) as sighting runs as it where as all being well I intend to transition next year.
The only photo is a selfie taken in the car, sorry.
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