2nd instalment

Easter has come and gone since I last wrote my blog entry. It arrived with little ceremony and left un-detected except for the restriction I found of having family about me 24/7. However on the Wednesday before Easter there was an episode I shall share with you.

I had made an arrangement to meet 2 very dear and very close friends. Both were ex-lovers and the first was a TG friend who is just 4 months away from having the vital op and the second an old girlfriend (birth woman) who had heard about Jo but never met her.

As I could not leave the house in my fem personna i was rushing about and preparing myself. I had a relaxing bath with some very sweet Magnolia and vanilla essences, an extremely close shave and moisturised my skin with a matching moisturisor to the bath oils. I wore minimal masculine clothing (baggy joggers and rugby top) and packed a bag of goodies to get changed into later.

We have a fishing lake near to my home and there is a toilet and shower block there which is not really used during the week so I headed for that. I had just finished getting changed and was putting on my make-up when a young man entered the complex for the toilet. He engaged me in conversation and treated me with the respect any woman deserves, that boosted my ego and I felt good as i left and got in my car for the onward journey of some 45 miles.

My head full of looking forward to my 2 meetings, both different and both challenging. Firstly a good friend who was having relationship difficulties and was signing up to become someones slave and get into bondage ets. This was an area I was not at all easy with as she is a delicate person and I did not want to see her get hurt and yet I had to be a supportive friend. The other a friend I have known since the seventies who had no idea of my fem side until a few months ago and the two were about to meet for the first time in public. If the timing was right she could meet 2 transgendered people for the price of one!

However as I drove along the road I became increasingly aware of a rubber smell and though the car was driving well there was a bit more road noise than normal. I turned off the main road and into a side road, got out and sure enough I had a puncture. Whilst not flat it was fast approaching. The car was in an unsafe location so I drove up a country lane and found a convenient place to stop. Phoning both friends I explained my problem and that I may be late. The first said she would drive toward where I was and if she got to mer before i got the car sorted she would "rescue" me and take me for lunch. The other said to let her know but if I needed to re-arrange it was not a problem.

So emptying the boot and finding the spare well in its storage area I also found it was flat, so not good. Miles from anywhere and in the countryside and 2 flat wheels. Discussing the situation with my friends I postponed the one appointment and accepted the assistance gladly of the other.

I knew she would be a good hour before arriving so I decided to go for a walk in the fields and enjoy the sunshine. meeting a couple of people along the way and passing the time of day. I knew I would have to change my clothes in order to keep them clean and free from grease, also as I would need to go into town and with the children off school it was not right my son saw Jo for the first time in this way. Though every inch of my body rejected the thought of change and wanted to stay just as I was. The worst thing for a cross-dresser, in my experience, is the changing back, I totally hate that and that is one reason why I am considering life 24/7 as a woman, though there are many more and far more important reasons too..

Just as I got back to my car a man in a BMW pulled up and was off for a walk with his dog. As he saw me he tapped his forlock, wound down the car window and asked if all was ok. I assured him help was on its way and he proceeded to park his car and get his dog ready. Walking over to me he engaged me in conversation about my car and asked if it were my husbands or boyfriends. It took me a couple of minutes but then I realised this sweet old man was "chatting me up". However, I was not flirting back nor giving any encouragement...though I was tempted, just for the fun and to pass the time,but soon he gave up and wandered away.

My friend soon arrived and as the wheels etc were dirty I thought it best to change into my casual clothing as I did not want to get my "other clothes" dirty. Also we were going to have to take the wheel to a place just a few hundred yards from my home.We removed the wheel and put it in my friends boot. Took it to the Tyre place to get a tyre put on. In my rush to change I had not been able to see if I had entirely removed my makeup and there were still some tell-tale signs of eye shadow and mascara on my eyes when I got to the garage. These are people I know well and whilst they saw the eye make-up I dont think they wanted to ask anything, though I am sure tongues were wagging behind my back. So the moment passed and I have not been bach since though I do need to sort out the spare sometime soon!

We returned to my car and replaced the wheel and all was good. The two us sat in my car and had a sadwich and drink and were talking. Time slipt by and soon we had been talking for almost 2 hours and we both needed to say our goodbyes and go home. Just at this point the BMW turned out of the car park area and my little old man did a double take as he now starred at me, dressed in my male dominated casuals and no make up and talking with a woman saying our goodbyes. His face was one of shock, suprise and even a bit of anger all rolled into one horrified expression. Perhaps he drove off down the road thinking what a lucky escape he actually had been granted that afternoon but certainly I think he had a story for the pub, if he were brave enough to tell!