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DATE NIGHT 3A
An Important Intermission
As a result of getting to know Hannah Sometimes and going on a few
'dates' with her, I have developed a taste for going out 'en femme'.
This presents me with a problem. Although I have been a cross-dresser
for many years, in the main my time as 'Caroline' has been spent either
at specialist dressing services or at home indoors. Up to now I believe
I have succeeded in keeping my 'other side' a secret from my neighbours.
However, this has meant that when I want to go out as 'Caroline', I
usually have to hire a hotel room in somewhere like a Travelodge where I
can get changed for male to female mode. This is not only inconvenient
but also an expensive addition to the cost of an outing.
I live in a small cul-du-sac on a newish housing estate. Although most
houses on the estate are either detached or semis, mine is one of a
short terrace. The houses opposite are similar. This means that it is
difficult to get in and out of the house and to my car - which has to be
parked on the street, as I have no allocated space - without a real risk
of bumping into one of my neighbours. They are a nice enough bunch but
none are close friends and I'm not sure how they would react if they
learned of my secret.
Anyway, after my last adventure - which was to a theatre in London's
West End - I had resolved that the time has come for me to 'out' myself
and finally be open about my dressing habits; if my neighbours can't
cope with this information, that will be their problem rather than mine.
The climate towards transgender folk has changed dramatically in the
last few years and people are now aware it is rather more common than
maybe they had imagined. Hopefully this will lead to a more tolerant
view of 'girls' like me.
I gave careful thought as to the best way to bring my cross-dressing
into the open. I decided a bald note through letterboxes would not do. I
really have to tell people face-to-face. Accordingly I sent an
invitation to my immediate neighbours on either side and the three who
live opposite, asking them to drop in for coffee this coming Sunday. I
got a note back from one couple saying they were going to be away, but
the other four households all accepted.
On the Sunday we all gathered in my sitting room. There were eight of
us. In addition to myself, there was Mrs Armstrong, an elderly widow;
Brian and Fiona Paterson, a young couple who have only recently moved
in; and Henry and Susan Jones, an older couple. Finally there was Mary
Henderson and Sylvia Cartwright. They are a lesbian couple whose recent
marriage has been the main source of gossip in the neighbourhood. (At
least it has been until now; I'm guessing my revelation will trump
theirs!)
My guests were clearly agog to learn why I had invited them. I said
nothing until everyone was present and I had served coffee. Then I
started.
"Thank you all for coming. I have something personal I want to share
with you. It's a bit unusual and I will understand if what I have to say
causes you a problem. However, I feel I have to do this." I paused,
seeing the puzzlement in everyone's eyes. I plunged on; "There is no
easy way to say this, so I'll just come out with it; I am a cross-
dresser." There I've done it. My secret is out in the open at last!
I continued; "Let me try and explain before you ask questions. I'm sure
that you have all seen recent news reports about transgendered people.
Well I am one of those, but, like all generically linked groups, we are
not all the same. Each of us is an individual and we all have different
gender issues. At one end of the spectrum there are those who know
themselves to have been born in the wrong body - men who should have
been women and visa-versa. At the other end, there are men who maybe
enjoy putting on a pair of knickers when making love, but nothing more.
It is all very complicated."
"In my case I am, as I have said, a 'cross-dresser'. To me that is a
description of someone who is happy to be male but from time to time
needs to allow the feminine part of his personality some time for
'herself'. I'm sure you appreciate that we all have a balance of the
male and female within us; it just varies from one person to another."
At this point a red-faced Henry Jones interrupted me. "Stop this filth
at once," he demanded. "My wife doesn't need to hear about your
perversions!" And the two of them stood up and angrily banged out of my
house.
There was an embarrassed silence. "If any of the rest of you wish to
leave, I will understand," I said softly. "We are OK with this." Mary
Henderson said. "If Sylvia and I can't understand gender and sexuality
issues, who can!" Brian Paterson chipped in: "I think I can speak for
Fiona as well as myself," he said. 'This is all very confusing and
something of a shock. Of course we know that transgender people exist.
Its just we never expected to meet one." Fiona nodded in agreement. "Are
you gay?" she enquired. "No I'm not," I replied; then paused. "At least
I didn't use to think so. I've had girlfriends in the past and have been
in love. It is true I am not in a relationship at present, but it is not
easy to find a girl who will understand about my need to dress. I have
to confess that recently, as I have started to go out in public as
'Caroline', I have enjoyed the attention shown to me by men. But I've
not been attracted to anyone sexually in that way."
"Well, Fiona and I both applaud your bravery in coming out into the open
like this," Brian responded. "I think we need time to digest what you
have told us, so we too will go home now. But rest assured we are not
rejecting you. We aren't bigots like the Jones." They left - not
slamming the door this time!
"What about you Mrs Armstrong?" I asked gently, as she had said nothing.
"This must all come as a great shock to you." To my surprise Mrs
Armstrong guffawed with laughter. "Now don't you go making the same
assumptions everyone else does," she said. "Just because I am old now,
it doesn't mean I wasn't young once. You may be surprised to hear that
back in my youth I worked for a while as a waitress in a gay club.
Homosexuality between men was illegal in those days. You girls have
always had it easier than the men." (This last was addressed to Mary and
Sylvia.) "Anyway, quite a few boys who came to the club dressed up in
women's clothing. Some of them were really very pretty. I think that
somehow if they looked like women that 'legitimised' what they got up to
with their 'male' partners. In the main I got on well with most of them.
There were some from the military or county sets that got a bit above
themselves, but most of the queers were really nice to me. I'm sorry if
the use of the word 'queer' offends you, but that is what we called Gays
in those days."
Mary, Sylvia and I sat opened mouthed. None of us could have anticipated
Mrs Armstrong's reaction. "Well thank you," I finally managed to
stammer. "That's fine love," she responded. "You come and go dressed as
you want. It's no skin off my nose. And if you get any hassle from folk
like Henry Jones, just refer them to me. I'll soon put them straight!
Now its time I started preparing lunch, so if you will excuse me." And
the old lady rose, hugged me warmly, and went back to her own house.
The three of us didn't know quite what to say. Mary suddenly started
laughing and that set us all off. "Who would have thought the old bird
had so much history!" she giggled; "good on her! Well I guess we ought
to be off now too. Thank you for telling us about your 'Caroline' side.
We'll support you in any way we can. We girls need to stick together!"
There were kisses and hugs all round and then Mary and Sylvia departed.
I breathed a sigh; partly of relief, partly of emotional exhaustion.
Well I am well and truly 'out' now. The cat once out of the bag can't be
forced back in. For better or worse I am going to have to live with my
neighbours knowing I am a t-girl. I sincerely hope it will be for the
better, although Henry Jones' reaction is one I fear will be shared by
others. For all the publicity the subject has received lately,
transgender is still pretty much taboo as far as the general public is
concerned.
Although it was only lunchtime I poured myself a much-needed scotch and
sat sipping the fiery spirit. Slowly I began to relax. At least I can
now leave my house as 'Caroline' without the fear of being found out. I
might be sneered at and abused but I'll just have to learn to cope with
that.
Now, 'thinking-cap' time; where can Hannah and I go for our next date?
Aeryn
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