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About two weeks ago, my elderly next-door-neighbour moved back to the south-east after selling his house to a young couple who are probably in their late twenties early thirties. The new people haven't moved in yet but are coming along periodically to strip wallpaper and decorate and today, unbeknownst to me, was one of those days.
So there I am, in the kitchen, just after getting ready to go out shopping en femme. I am fully dressed, be-wigged and made up and literally about to step out of the front door. I stopped in our galley kitchen to put some water in a cup when there is a shadow at the back door. I look and see Elle, my new neighbour looking straight in at me through the clear glass window, obviously waiting for me to open the door.
Well, I had nowhere to go. To get out of the kitchen would have meant walking towards her then veering off into the living room—not helpful— so this was it, time for Becca to meet one of the new neighbours.
I unlocked the door, said something along the lines of "Bet you never expected to see me dressed like this," then waited to see what she wanted. Well, at least she didn't run off screaming.
She came to ask where another address was because a parcel she was expecting had gone there instead of to her; I told her where said house was. We had a very quick chat about changing house addresses from a number to a name and then we both went on our ways. I went out shopping and she went to find her parcel.
I would have loved to hear the conversation when she got back to her other half.
"'Ere, that guy next door, he was wearing women's clothing when I went round; wig, skirt, jewellery, the lot!"
I wonder what came next?
Fortunately, my wife was fine about it and we had a bit of a laugh.
And, I don't have to worry about going up my garden, dressed, anymore
Oh, what a fun day.
Becca
xx
I would not have said anything except "Hi, can I help you?".
I have a habit now of closing the door leading from the kitchen to the back entryway. I mean, the back door window is right there, and if I have a visitor, that's where they will appear. Like you perhaps, I am en femme almost 100% of the time at home, either during the morning still in a nightgown & silk robe, or else strutting my stuff fully decked out in heels, nylons, dress, the works. However I yet cannot step out the back door dressed like that.
Now that they know you, you have "broken the ice" and may see you have a good thing going! Hope it all works out fine!
hugs,
Dani
@rebeccabaxter It comes down to my motto: Someone's reaction to you says everything about them and nothing about you. If she went home and had some small/medium/huge reaction...well, that's about her. Similarly, your reaction to her when opening the door is about you.
While in your own home, that you felt compelled to say that to her says everything about you and nothing about her.
I wouldn't spend 2 seconds thinking about what kind of convo she had with her husband because whatever it was doesn't change the fact that you're a lovely person. 🙂
Well there's a perfect ice breaker! So long as a for sale sign doesn't appear all looks good for the future.
Hi Becca,
I'd be interested to hear of any further reactions from your new neighbours whether they see you again en femme or in drab, it would be nice to think that they'd be non-plussed.
Gina x
When I decided to no longer hide, my neighbour knocked on it y door to ask something or other. I opened the door as Cerys. "Oh you like nice. Are you going somewhere?" she asked. I told her no, and that I like to dress as a woman, and that after I nearly died with a massive embolism across my lungs, I decided that I wasn't going to hide it anymore. Her reply was, live how you want to live.
All my neighbours have now met the other me. None of them care. They are all supportive.
As I've said on here many times, once the secret is out, it loses it's power.
The fear of the neighbours finding out is what stops many from getting out into the real world. That fear is usually unfounded.
Cerys
Well, at least you got that part out of the way. Sometimes simple solutions (intended or not) are the best.
Have fun... Staci...
While I do not advertize it, my neighbors have likely seen me dressed. No one has said anything, and why should they. We are all friendly enough, but not close friends. I live in a great neighborhood that is quite diverse and nobody seems to care, and neither do I. The way I look at it is the more we are seen the more people are used to such diversity. People get used to such things and that leads to others being exposed and to a degree taught that such things are no big deal. My hope is if your neighbor is having drinks with friends and somebody mentions something about gender diversity she can now say, "yeah, my neighbor dresses as a woman, but he is a normal bloke, so so what?"