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A Period in Trisha's Life
By: Anna Feie
My name is Trisha changed from James; I am a crossdresser from another
generation. I grew up in the late 1950's and '60's. I had my outlook
defined then. While I adore other periods of fashion, the one I prefer
is the time of girdles, stockings, slips and bras; in short I hate
pantyhose and miniskirts. I ask you what is the sense of wearing a
miniskirt, it takes away from the sense of anticipation when it comes to
unwrapping the package & pantyhose is nothing more than panties attached
to hosiery - again simplicity.
When I dress drag part of the fun is the anticipation of delight I as I
put each article of garb out on my bed or when I go through my wardrobe
selecting the right skirt, blouse, dress, shoe, jewelry or accessory.
I am blessed in a peculiar manner; I was in an automobile accident. A
truck driver lost control when he fell asleep at the wheel of his truck.
He careened into me driving over the shoulder of the road and onto piles
of concrete and rebar; a piece of rebar was forced through the floor of
my car. It penetrated my seat and groin, skewing my testes. The truck
driver was found asleep, when he was awaken by the police and sirens, he
attempted to leave - they stopped him shortly. Since it was unknown at
the time, I was not found for nearly an hour. To simplify matters, the
trucking firm's insurance carrier settled with my lawyer and myself
quickly. The settlement amount is confidential. Sorry I would like to
crow that I received a settlement of over four million, but that would
not be right. The lawyer got one-third of the settlement plus expenses
- I knew I was in the wrong career. Thanks to the accident, I no longer
could product testosterone so my body slowly became flushed with
estrogen. I grew breasts, I saw my doctor about the problem a few years
after the accident and removal of my testicles; he thought I wanted to
have the breasts removed - I wanted the opposite - information on having
an augmentation done. He, the doctor, refused to discuss this obscenity
- that was the last time I had that fool for a doctor. I called several
other doctors; their responses were similar to the previous fool. I
found a very nice doctor who specialized in ob/gyn services and women
health care issues. She at least heard me out! She is still my friend
after all these years; she will have dinner with me.
I digress anyway, I am happy in my role in life. I never married so I
do not have a family or marriage to worry about, I am modestly
successful my careers - I have been an electrician, an accountant and
businessman over the years. The settlement gave me the opportunities.
I celebrated my fifth-third birthday almost two months ago; I have no
family so it was only friends who were on hand when this old gal blew
out her candles. Fifth-third years old, the last forty of those years
spent in drag, I could not be happier or more satisfied. Age though is
catching up to me, I have decided that I need a companion to look after
me, to help me with ADL's, to be on hand in case of an emergency. This
is my story of that search.
I started out by contacting the usual sources; employment offices, adult
care firms, placement offices of nurses or certified nurses aides or
home aides. These sources proved useless. I found many people
judgmental or they thought I was interested in a sexual relationship.
No so is the case. I am very happy with my girl.
I was almost out of solutions when I happened to consider visiting the
web, that proved to be most informative and interesting - to read the
various online ads, stories, and group postings. I got an education,
but still no further to finding a companion. I did have one lead that I
found in the local alternative newsrag. A new crossdressing support
group was having its initial meeting, the announcement gave a name and
telephone number where to call for further information or you could send
off an email for the necessary information. I opted for the email, I
sent along a message of who I was and why I was interested. I got back
a very nice reply from a person named Carolyn, she explained that the
meeting was their first - that she did not know how many may be
interested or what was expected, but she said I would be most welcomed
and she gave me her address and phone number. I called to confirm my
appointment with destiny and then started to worry over what I was going
to wear.
Now you girls will know exactly what I mean...or do I have to spell it
out...I wanted to present myself in the very best manner I could...and I
think I did. It only took me a week to decide my coming-out suit and
another several days to sew it up. I chose a pattern that I had found
in an antique store from 1916...straight gore-paneled tailored skirt. I
decided to keep the length of the skirt about mid-calf, a six panel with
a high waist which when I add a wide belt will further emphasize my
narrow waist. I wanted a fitted suit jacket as well, button front with
a flare to fit around my hips, princess lapels and tight sleeves.
Beneath this I would wear a blouse with voluminous sleeves and button
cuffs. I had my work cut out for me; it was nothing to decide on the
skirt pattern but the blouse and jacket patterns...Och! Then it was
the selecting of materials, I chose very fine challis wool fabric in
black for the skirt, I chose a heather black in cashmere wool for the
jacket and decided on navy silk for the linings of each, the blouse
would be made of silver & navy silk. I would forego a hat and just pay
attention to ensure my wig looked it best. Early in life, I started to
suffer from male pattern baldness hence I chose to keep my head shaved;
it makes the wearing of wigs so much easier. I have a walk-in closet
just for my hairpieces. If you think that is bad, you should see my
workroom. Bolts of fabric, cases of patterns and more than one dress
making dummies...I do like the new sewing machines so much easier that
working with my parents one. Work tables with head forms, others with
foot forms. I had to become my own expert on sewing clothing,
coats/furs, hats and footwear. I am digressing - back to the meeting
and search for a companion.
On the night of the appointed meeting, I was expertly dressed, coifed
and shoed. I drove to Carolyn home, parking my Mercedes 280SE, opened
my door and swiveled my girdled hips out of the car, walked up to her
door (walking in this skirt is difficult), rang her bell and was
pleasantly surprised when Carolyn opened her door. Carolyn is a lovely
lady who wore that evening a cocktail dress, a favorite of hers she
tells; I won't pick out her faults but she needs help with her makeup
choices. I know cattiness is not becoming, but we women always pick up
on how others look. I was the first to arrive; I hoped others would
soon be arriving. While we waited, I explained to Carolyn why I was
attending. She was interested yet skeptical that I could find such
person to be a companion. I explained to Carolyn that since I was
growing older and fully expected to die in my bed and home I wanted
someone who could function as a companion, an aide and housekeeper.
This person had to accept my dressing without prejudice of any form. I
did not mind if they were a crossdresser themselves. They could not be a
smoker nor more than a social drinker, I would not have a drug user in
my home either. They had to be in reasonable health, cause I was
expecting a long-term relationship. I will give credit to Carolyn, she
listened without comment till the end, and then she asked intelligent
questions.
Carolyn mentioned she expected friends named Felicia and Donna to
attend; otherwise she was unsure who might show up. She had a list of
20 people who had called or emailed for information about the meeting.
I asked her a question of the phone calls, did she give out her home
number or what, she answered she had gone to Wal Mart and purchased a
prepaid cellular phone for initiating contact. I applauded her on her
brilliance. Her list held names like - Florence, Erika, Kaye, Sharon,
Alice, May, Irene, Patricia, Elizabeth, Catherine, Kathy, Carol, Lorrie
and others - hopefully someone would meet my expectations. If they did
not, then Carolyn made the offer to help me locate a likely person, I
would be a fool if I did not accept such a gracious offer.
As 7 PM slowly approached, others started to arrive; some in drag others
in drab. I welcomed them just as Carolyn did - with open arms and a hug
to settle nerves. By 7:30 PM, the arrivals had trickled to nothing; one
or two stragglers still came in. Carolyn opened the meeting with a
welcome speech, a statement of why she thought a support group was
important in the area. The meeting was opened to all to speak their
piece - their name and where they lived if they desired to do so plus a
wee bit of their history. Over refreshments and general conversation,
we learned of each girl's fears, triumphs and what they expected out of
life. Sorry to say, at that meeting I saw or met anyone who I thought
could meet my needs, but at least I now had a great many eyes and ears
out there to help me find my companion. As the night wore down and
everyone started to depart, I knew I would find the right person.
Carolyn had possibilities but she had a life of her own that I would not
ask her to put on hold, she had just recently come to crossdressing.
She had accepted a job as a club manager plus she had a lover who is a
Mary Kay representative. I thought that was a plum, she never want for
makeup. Felicia was another who looked promising but she was just
several years my senior, so I guess I held age against her. Donna was a
long-time dresser but she also had another job, a new job as a bartender
at the club that Carolyn was managing. There was another girl, Lisa -
the problem with her, family. She has a wife and loving daughters she
would not nor could I ask her to leave. So my search continues. A
person, Carolyn expected but did not show was named Ann. She, Carolyn
explained that Anne was a very accepting person who had darker
tendencies; she delved in forms of bondage and discipline. I revealed
that I was interested in those areas but not on the receiving end. I
did not know a great deal either of that lifestyle.
I asked Carolyn to contact Anne, asking her if she knew anyone who might
be a viable candidate. She agreed. I told Carolyn when she had time
for an extended visit, she should come for an overnighter of my home -
we shared an interest in fashionable dress. I always liked playing
dress up. I seldom had a chance to show off my home.
I departed Carolyn's home driving homeward thinking and not paying
attention to the rules of the road. Och! - I got caught; the lights
came on, flashing their message of "stop - police". I pulled over to
the side, waiting till the officer came up along side my car. I lowered
the window at his behest, presenting my license, registration and
insurance information when he asked for it. He told me that I had gone
"run a red light". I replied with silence.
I waited for him to tell me the rest, was I going to get a ticket or go
off to jail. Looking at my license, he asked me to step out of the car
- I did. Stepping around to the back, he asked if he could search my
car, I felt this was a bit excessive. I told him, no. He then said
that I would be arrested, transported and arraigned on the traffic
infractions, if he did not get my permission - I gave it with
reservation. I had a trump though. He went through my handbag, failed
to search me, searched my car; finding nothing he gave me a ticket for
running the stoplight. I stood beside my car on the side of the road as
he laughingly drove away. I had other plans for that officer.
I finally stopped shaking and got back into my vehicle; driving
homeward, along the way I noticed a police car following me on a couple
occasions. Once the car passed me, the other time it turned off, I got
the plate number and identification number of the car. It was the same
as the officer drove. My thoughts turned from frustration to anger, I
was wishing to turn this individual over to Anne. Legal methods would
have to suffice. I could dream though.
I arrived home, parking my beloved Mercedes in the garage along side a
few others. As I waited for the garage door to finish going down, I
noticed headlights flooding into the garage area. I walked into the
house down the hallway through the kitchen to a front window; a police
vehicle was in the drive. I picked up the phone and dialed 911,
reporting an unknown vehicle and occupant outside my home. The sheriff
arrived shortly thereafter, surprising the officer. I waited till the
sheriff deputies came to my door before opening it; I spoke to the
officer through the screen. He reported that the officer had gotten
lost, was turning around and going back the way he came. I did not
mention my run in with the officer, but did ask the deputy if he would
give me the officer's information. He did not think that was necessary,
it was just a mistake. I opened the screen door and took the deputy's
card and noted on the back the "violating" officer's information. Then
they all departed. About an hour later, I got a phone call - I answered
but no one spoke, just breathing was heard. As a precaution, I had
recorded this call, date and time. I shortly after that, checked and
doubled checked my locks on windows and doors and went off to bed.
I woke in the morning and after my morning ministrations in the
bathroom, went for a cup of coffee. Over coffee and cereal, I booted my
computer up researching the idea of security film for windows. I found
several sites devoted to manufacturers of security film, I selected an
mfr who could help me locate a dealer in my area. I then contact the
dealer and set an appointment for him to come out and give me an
estimate. I accepted his estimate and we set an appointment early the
next week for his firm to come out and do the job. In between this, I
had security lights and cameras installed on the perimeter of the house
and property since it was long overdue, I lived in such a rural area. I
think my nearest neighbor is several hundred yards from me. In between
all this activity, I had received a dozen or more crank calls, these
were recorded and I made an appointment with my lawyer. I was going to
let my lawyer handle this matter. The officer's misconduct did do one
good thing; it spurred me to update security measures around my home.
During this period, I cleaned my house preparing for Carolyn's visit. I
purposefully setup one of the guest rooms for her. She had worn Chanel
no.5 for the meeting; I put together a few sachets with Chanel no.5. I
took a bar of Chanel no.5 soap, cutting it into pieces, wrapping each
piece in some flannel, then a piece of silk, slipping these wrapped
pieces into a sewn satin pouch, and sewing the pouches closed. I placed
them into a cut glass bowl and cover to await Carolyn. Once she was
ready to go home, then the bowl and sachets would go with her. A nice
thought, a nice gift for a friend.
I scrubbed, dusted and vacuumed the house. Each night sinking into a
hot scented bath to soak away the aches, then falling into a pleasant
sleep. Usually without interruption, but the cop had not yet been dealt
with. Several weeks had gone by when one night, I was awakened from my
dreams with heavy pounding on my doors. I woke to see flickering light
outside my windows I knew it was fire. I threw on my robe, grabbed an
extinguisher and went out the door. I was knocked to the ground by a
heavy shove, it was the officer - he had been put on suspension while
his misdeeds were being investigated. I grabbed the tank, spun it
around and fired off a blast of the CO2, hitting flush in the face -
then I headed off to deal with the fire he had build against the wall of
the house. Sirens were heard in the background when he came at me
again. I hit the cop again with another blast then along side the head
with the metal tank; he collapsed. The fire department was able to put
out the fire without a lot of damage to my house. The cop was treated
then arrested for arson.
The next day, Carolyn arrived for her visit. She noticed the burned
area and hint of smoke/char in the air. She offered to help with clean
up and she would return another time, I told her she could help but
putting off her visit was not acceptable. She stayed for a few days
while we played dress up, I had fun - I sewed her a couple new outfits.
Guess I can now add seamstress to my list of careers. Perhaps - Togs by
Trisha - what do you girls think?
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