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So, I got a late start– about 20 minutes. I wore a jeans skirt, a white peasant top & ballet flats. The drive down was uneventful. I was hoping to make up some time, but wasn’t going to chance going over the speed limit & have to show some cop my license.
Registration was at 8. Workshops started at 9. I got there at 8:20. I was told that parking at the hotel was $15, but all I saw was hourly street parking that would have cost me $25. I’m notoriously cheap. Nah, let’s call it frugal. So, I asked someone in a local shop about the hotel parking. They didn’t know so I went in the hotel & asked at the front desk. They said to bring my car around to valet parking and it would be $8 for the day. Well, I’ve never been a fan of valet parking, especially when I have some work equipment in the car. I also have a car door handle that’s a little tricky, But it all turned out OK. I had to get things out of my car, three or four times through the course of the day. In each instance, I had to give them a picture ID (my license) to hold until I brought the keys back. I wasn’t crazy about that. I don’t like to give anyone a way to ”connect the dots”, but that worked out OK, too. They were cool about it.
So the conference was on the 8th floor. I got registered & had a bit of a continental breakfast that they offered before the first workshop. They had several, in different rooms, simultaneously. Not that I could do it, but out of the workshops available, I went to the facial/voice feminization workshop. The facial is basically plastic surgery. The surgeon was offering free evaluations and told me that he was looking at me during the whole workshop because he said that, to do me, would be such an easy job. My Adam’s apple doesn’t really protrude. He said that I already have such naturally feminine features that all he suggested was a facelift– what he called ”age reassignment surgery”. Yeah, Doc. I’ll let you know when I have the bucks for that. Next was a session on ”Legal Transition”. Pretty boring. Just instructions on how to change your name & important documents.
We had about two hours before dinner. I spent most of that redoing my make-up. I wore an LBD, but, even though I got some compliments, I wasn’t real happy with my look, especially compared with many of the other girls who were really glammed up. I looked around and saw the whole spectrum—crossdressers, transsexuals, gays, lesbians– & everything in between. And there was a definite anti-Trump sentiment, there, regardless of how much good he’s done for the country. I’m a conservative. Does that make me a walking oxymoron—or just a regular moron?
Dinner was buffet. I didn’t care for much of what they had. I had a swordfish steak & some kind of chicken thing. They crammed 10 settings onto tables for 8. The girls I sat with couldn’t figure out whose silverware, on each side of the plates, was whose. There was another set in front of the plates. I grabbed a fork from there. One said, “I don’t think that’s a dinner fork.” I said, “What the heck? A fork’s a fork.”
After dinner, they had a speaker. Someone named Van Barnes, a trans whose life has, apparently, been a roller coaster. She was, basically, just telling her life story. Very interesting & inspiring. Also quite long.
The gala finally got started around 9. All right. Let’s start dancing & partying! At least, half the crowd left. And for some reason, I just wasn’t into it, but I stuck around for about an hour to see if that might change. Nope. Knowing that I had that five-hour drive ahead of me, I decided to leave.
I got about an hour up the road & got pretty sleepy. I pulled over & took an hour-long power nap & I was good to go. Twice, along the way, I had to stop & get gas. My wife said to just pay at the pump. At both gas stations, that didn’t work, so I had to pay inside. I had no issues. I was treated just like any other woman.
I found out that being an occasional girl just doesn’t satisfy me anymore. I would definitely prefer to be a woman, but not just a pseudo-woman like many of the SCC attendees were. I want to be 100% female or, at least, be able to dress FT, but I can’t afford that. So should I just give this all up– go cold turkey?
How wonderful to share this beautiful story. Welcome to cdh.
Full of lovely girls.
Samatha x
Dawn sounds like a wonderful time. Certainly a experience being fem up for a gathering of so many. It's a time I too enjoyed when I attended keystone in march. Again thank you for sharing.
Stephanie 🌹
Welcome Dawn!
Wow! Willkommen Dawn. Sounds like a wonderful experience. It will now be the stuff of dreams and nightmares for me
Welcome Dawn !
It sounds like you are at a crossroads. I don't think you could have found a more understanding group than this.
-Hugs
Autumn