Yesterday, I ordered my first pair of feminine shoes, the “Cassie” peep-toe cutout wedge, from OneStopPlus.Com. It’s a low heel, but baby steps are appropriate when beginning with heels. Turned ankles don’t look good, even in nice pantyhose.
Then later in the day, B had need of going downtown to the Medical Center to see one of her doctors. I changed from the shorts to a pair of khaki slacks. Everything else, including the bra and pink nail polish, stayed the same. We went to her appointment, and when that was done, headed back to our part of town.
By the time we got back to our stomping grounds, it was past dinnertime, so we decided to go to Jason’s Deli for a relatively healthy dinner. After dinner, we headed over to the local Barnes and Noble for our semi-regular book run. Now remember, all of this time, I’m wearing my 44B bra under a relatively tight, but opaque, t-shirt. I got a couple of sideways glances from people who may, or may not, have had a hint, but everything remained cool.
Overall, I found the experience liberating and quite enjoyable. That night, as we were getting ready for bed, I was moved to ask B what she thought of the name I was leaning toward for my feminine self, and she told me she thought it fit me well. What’s the name? Why Janet (SLUT!), of course. Not that I am a slut, but Janet (SLUT!) always produces that response, doesn’t she? 🙂 In any case, I’m glad to have named her. She is a big part of me.
An Aging Trans Woman 