March First
March First March First was a brisk, sunny day. I drove home from work after the most fantastic ordinary day I ever had at work, a dream come true. I was wearing a black suit, the skirt going just to my knees, a white shell, white hose and black patent leather pumps with grosgrain bows and 2" tapered heels. I wore no wig, makeup or false breasts. Everyone could see all day that I was a man in a skirt and heels. How was this possible? At the start of last year, I and, evidently,...