On my way home from my leg waxing appointment, I stopped at a convenience store for a drink. I was wearing all femme, but fairly neutral clothes: yoga pants, top, cardigan, 4 inch heels and my fave faux fur coat. A man came up behind me and asked, "Are you a crossdresser?" I replied that, yes I am, and he told me he was, too. We then got into a ten minute conversation about a wide range of CD topics. He told me his style was to pass as much as possible, and that, when he goes out like that, women are jealous. I don't doubt for a second that he can put it together and rock it, because he's small enough that he can find no end of awesome places to find clothes. He told me about his favorite CD nightclub, although I'll probably never go because nightclubs are not my style. We discussed the relative merits of leg waxing versus shaving, then we said goodbye.
It was my first time actually meeting a fellow CD in person, and a good one. I didn't ask him for a phone number, because since he didn't offer it, I decided not to invade his privacy that way.
Kind of a mundane story, sorry about that. I'm hoping some of you have stories to tell of chance meeting.