2017
One evening, my wife and I craved ice cream. There was a
Dairy Queen near our home, and we decided I would go get some ice cream.
This was fairly early in my transition. We had begun to really explore with feminine clothing, around
the home, and I was wearing a women's v-neck t-shirt, and a pair of relatively short white shorts.
My legs were shaved, and my toenails were painted. But, I had never been out
of the house even remotely presenting female. Accordingly, I started to go
change, and my wife stopped me, and told me it was okay for me to go dressed as
I was. I asked if she was sure, and she said yes. So, I pulled on some ankle
socks and slipped on some black canvas shoes. Off I went.
Honestly, I was extremely nervous. What would people think? How would they react? At Dairy Queen, I parked and got out of the SUV. A guy standing
outside watched me walk to the door, and I wondered what he thought. Inside,
the teen boy at the counter took my order. A girl behind the counter engaged me
in conversation while the guy made the blizzards. Normal, everyday conversation. Soon, ice cream in hand, I
was heading out the door. In the glass door, I saw from their reflections that
they were watching me. As I stepped out, I heard the guy say to the girl “That
is one serious (insert derogatory term for a gay male)”.
The trip home took only about a minute and a half. So, there really wasn't time to think about what was said.
When at home, I related this to my wife, she asked me how I
felt about that. Honestly? I was proud of myself for finding the courage to go out dressed as I was since physically I still looked pretty much male. I was very proud of my wife for being comfortable
enough to be okay with it.
It took me years to get up the guts to go out publicly. Good job!!
ReplyDeleteGreat post, I could really feel the nervousness you were feeling at the DQ on that day. I love the way you write, and am proud of you for braving to go out in public like that:) -Dani
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