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.
