I was moved by the sentiment in this week’s Crossdressing Success Story. It’s not one of first experiences, or feminine perfection. It’s more powerful. It’s a story of courageous outreach born of a deep self confidence. It’s a perfect example of how to change the hearts and minds of others without even saying a word.
If you have a real life crossdressing success story you’d life to share, please take a moment to submit your crossdresser success story.
Now I’ll let Jill tell her story…
Jill’s Crossdressing Success Story
After reading your post on staring (Ed – stare at a crossdresser?), I thought I’d reply with my recent experience. My friend Gale and I were on our way to Milwaukee’s Pridefest celebration when we stopped at a McDonalds for a bite to eat (much cheaper than eating at the festival). We were both dressed to blend in rather than stand out but niether one of us speaks in a feminine voice and our baritone is a dead giveaway to our masculine side. As we ordered none of the counter people made eye contact with us but after receiving our meals we sat in a semi enclosed area to eat and chat.
The tee hees and whispers started as soon as we walked away from the counter. I guess the young people on staff had never seen a couple of Tgirls before because it seemed as if everybody from the counter, to drive through, to kitchen staff walked past our table to get a better look. Gale and I found it quite amusing but at the same time flattering for being noticed by so many. Most of the other customers didn’t seem to bat an eye in our direction but the young staffers showed a great deal of curiosity.
I don’t know how to label the looks and stares but niether Gale nor I felt awkward or uncomfortable, as I think the young staffers did. After eating, we continued on to Pridefest where we enjoyed entertainment by Patti Labelle. The festival started breaking up around midnight and as we drove back to my suburban community, my car died and I had to call for a tow. The driver was very courteous and treated us both as ladies, but I’m willing to bet he had plenty ot tell his co workers when he got back to his shop. Sometimes I think the stares lead to acceptance. Luv and Hugs, Jill
