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We have a motorhome that we store away from home. It's a HUGE storage site with 24 hour security, dog patrols... Very secure. The other day we went to do some work on the motorhome and when I tried to start it the battery was flat. The battery shouldn't be flat as it is charged from a controller connected to the solar panels on the roof. It was as flat as a flat thing. We went home and I returned the next day with a booster pack. As I was trying to start the van, a mechanic drove past in his recovery truck. This company do a lot of recovery work, and store cars on the site. I was in male mode. He stopped and offered to jump start me using his massive jump leads from his truck. Jump leads on the van started. I thanked the man, offered him some payment which he refused, and promised to leave him a Google review, which I did later that day.
I bought another battery, but when I went to fit it, the main -ve connection snapped off at the lug where it connects to the chassis... Another earlier than planned return home. I made a new cable up and returned to the van this morning to fit it. This time I was in Cerys mode. Boots, tights, a far too short skirt, and a black jumper. Jewellery, hair and make up done..... I woke very much in a Cerys mode this morning, so went full on!
As I was working on the van, the mechanic drove past again. Saw me working on the van and stopped to chat. At first, he didn't mention how I was dressed. I told him about the snapped lug and that I made up a new cable. I tightened the battery terminal lug and started the van. All good. This is when he said "You look a bit different to the last time we met". I explained that I was a crossdresser and that I had no plans to change sex and that I wasn't trans. I told him about my illness that nearly killed me and that after that, I decided that I wouldn't hide away any more. His response was basically "You be you. Do what the hell you like and don't let others try and stop you. If it makes you happy and keeps the demons at bay, crack on and enjoy life".
I get this response from tough, hard "manly" men quite often. I used to be a tough hard "manly" man myself working as an electrician in the steel industry. It's great to know that today, most men are understanding about what we do. Back in the 80s when I was an apprentice it was a lot different. Things are getting better. It gives me hope for the World 🙂
I gave the company another 5 star review this evening 🙂
Cerys
Very inspirational! Thanks for sharing Ceris
Hi, Cerys, what a lovely story, it made me smile....and wish! I served my time as an engineer in a coal mine in the 70's. Let me think how many of my colleagues would have reacted like this....oh that's right, NONE. 😊
Allie
Hi Cerys,
What a sweet story. It is so nice to know that there are kind, understanding and supportive men and women out there. It sounds like your mechanic friend is someone who is confident and comfortable with who he is and is happy to accept others and let them be themselves. It's nice hear about these folks and I do agree more and more people are thinking like this these days.
So glad to hear you had such a nice encounter with a civilian in the wild 😊
Denise
❤️
Cerys -
What a wonderful encounter and story. Very happy that you had that experience.
XOXO
Suzanne
That's a wonderful positive encounter, thank you for sharing 🙂
I think Fiona would very much enjoy our camper van if she were to get the chance.
That is a nice feeling, isn't it? I'm very glad you had that experience! 🙂
I had a trip, driving up to meet a girl from CDH for an outing; about a 5-hour drive. Roughly 4 hours in I heard a pop and a whoosh. I had to pull over and change a flat tire, though this was in guy-mode. It was a Friday afternoon and with the final destination being a small town, none of the tire shops I called had the size in stock and none were open on Sat. Well drat.
Ultimately I found a place in the city I was near and while they didn't have one, they indicated they could get it and they were open on Sat. So I pull up in the truck, unload and leave them with the flat to repair the next morning, with me set to return for them to install it on the truck. I have this conversation with the store manager in person (in guy-mode), and drive off on the spare to my final destination - about an hour farther.
On Sat morning I doll up (cute overall shorts, off-the-shoulder top, & wedge sandals ) to meet my CDH sister (she, equally cute in a little romper) and we grab some breakfast as I tell her this story. Afterwards, we head back to the hotel and I tell her I've got to go get this dumb tire for the next 2+ hours. She says, "I'll go with you!" (because OMG she's the sweetest)
So we drive to the shop and I walk in to the store area (maybe a 10'x20' room) - I'm 6'2" with bright red hair, so there's no missing me. The manager is helping an older customer, and both turn to give me...erm...speculative looks. After the old fella is done, the manager looks at me and asks, "Can I help you?" almost a bit like I was going to ask him to use the restroom or be some sort of nuisance.
Now, my go to when people come off that way is to be even nicer - if nothing else it makes the gap between their behavior and my behavior all the more obvious. So I just smiled and said, "Yes, I dropped a flat tire off yesterday to be repaired and you noted it was ready. (big smile)" He looks at me puzzled, "For the F-150..." I jab my thumb over my shoulder at my truck. He looks at the truck. He looks back at me. He looks back at the truck. "Ohhhhh. Yes. Yes....it's ready." I hand over the keys and my friend and I just sit and wait, chatting.
Shortly after the original older customer exits (looking none to pleased at our presence), and barely after the door closes behind him, the store manager leans over and says, "Boy, talk about throwing a guy for a loop!" And I just smiled and apologized for causing him any consternation. He asks us sort of what the deal is and we explain there's an event up in the smaller town, and go over the whole story. In the end he was really quite chatty and friendly, and very nice. It was a very pleasant experience.
(and honestly, I was a bit tickled at his consternation, I just had the good graces to apologize for it 😉 )