Tonight was the last show of my en femme play series. (I had bought a ticket in a play series for which my intention was to show up for every performance dressed as Nancy.) All in all, it was a nice evening out. I logged off of work early so I could get dressed and put on makeup, took the subway into D.C., and arrived in time for a Thai dinner a few blocks from the theater. Despite taking extra long to get ready because I hadn't completely settled on my outfit, everything went well. The waitress called me "ma'am", which still always seems to surprise me, and the man working at the ticket desk recognized my name when I asked for my ticket (under my femme name). It was all gratiifying.
And yet, here it is midnight and time for me to go back to male mode. The play series was to make some Nancy time, because it's so easy to put off an outing, when it conflicts with doing something with my wife. (Joint outings are out of the question. She doesn't want to see me dressed.) And a couple of hours' dressing up doesn't cut it any longer. Dressing up from 5-11 p.m. is barely adequate, and I really prefer getting up, going through my whole day, and going to bed, all in femme-appropriate clothing. When I picked up my theater ticket tonight, it occurred to me that it wouldn't be so bad to volunteer for a job like that, and do it dressed as Nancy. I am getting to where I really would like to interact with people as Nancy, and I believe my voice is close enough that I'm not likely to be called out for being a transvestite. So I guess I need to see what opportunities are available -- preferably not too close to home because of the DADT.
I apologize for my late night rambling. Thank you for putting up with it.
