The first time I went out locally as Traci to a club having a tg-friendly event, I drove downtown and parked on the street. Walking down South St., nervous as all get-out and certain everyone was staring at the freaky guy (i.e., me), I walked past a convenience store. One of the employees was standing at the front door and he made it a point to make eye contact with me. He smiled and said "Niiiiiice." Well, I was (and am) hooked on the feeling I had at that moment *lol* As I walked away from him toward the club, I'll venture to say there was just a little extra wiggle in my walk *smile*
