Halloween: 31 October 2024

Halloween: 31 October 2024

This year, as in previous years, I had arranged to go to my daughter’s house to hand out candy while she, her husband and the kids went Trick-or-Treating.

I recently moved to a rural town south-east of the city and moved in with my youngest daughter—who knows of my cross-dressing as, when she lived on Vancouver Island, I went there wearing skirt outfits and we went out to dinner on the first evening that I arrived. No doubt she has spoken to her siblings about it and I do think that my family know quite well of my female tendencies. In fact, one of my sisters in England sent me a birthday card addressed to me as Lynne and my daughter didn’t say anything about it. Other than that, I had not been dressed as Lynne with my family.

Yesterday though, 31 October 2024, I saw a real opportunity to present myself under the guise of Halloween, although the outfit I was wearing was obviously not one which one would buy just for Halloween.

My outfit for the day was a black mid-thigh length, flared skirt, cream-coloured rollneck sweater, women’s full-zip black hoodie, black lightweight tights, black Torrid Chelsea boots and my pendant necklace, which I wear every day. I wore my blonde, shoulder-length wig. That morning I put on basic make-up as I didn’t want to arrive at my daughter’s house looking like I’d had a lot of practice with make-up and that I am actually quite good at it.

I wore my knee-length, women’s winter coat as well as the weather has turned cold and on that day there was a brisk wind.

I had texted my daughter telling her the time I should arrive and that I was coming as Wednesday Adams. This was by way of testing the waters, as you may understand, and prepare her for the fact that I was coming in female attire.

Whenever we play fantasy games of the ‘Dungeons and Dragons’ type, I always play a female character so my family must really know of my preference.

On that same day, I had a doctor’s appointment in Spruce Grove, a much more cosmopolitan town where I have been seen only as female for several years. However, even though the doctor calls me Lynne, I had not seen him since I first requested him to do so. Most doctor’s appointments are now by phone, but this time he wanted to see me in person. The staff at the front desk had seen me as female numerous times as I have been to the same clinic for other routine matters.

While I was sitting in the waiting room, reading my book, no-one took any more notice of me than they did anyone else and when my turn came, the nurse called out my name as Lynne. She then escorted me to one of the small rooms to await the doctor. When he came in, he seemed flustered and started to apologise, turning to go out again. Then he realized that he had in fact entered the correct room. He said that he didn’t recognise me at first and then, after a bit of small talk, got on with the business at hand.

All in all, at the clinic, I was treated as I presented myself.

I got caught in some heavy traffic on the way home, but even so, I arrived at my daughter’s house before six o’clock. When I arrived—and I should have thought of this—my daughter’s sister-in-law had just arrived with her young daughter and was walking to the house as I pulled over to park. I waved at her and she waved back, smiling. When we got into the house, she said to my granddaughter, “Do you think she’s going Trick-or-Treating’? After looking momentarily puzzled, my granddaughter said, “It’s grandad!”

Despite my misgivings, everything went really well. My daughter said that I didn’t look at all like Wednesday Adams, but more like a female news reporter, what with my style of dress, blonde hair and all. She said that I looked very stylish.

Something else I didn’t anticipate was that when we went into the kitchen, my daughter’s mother-in-law was there. I don’t know what I had expected, but I was pleasantly surprised, (a bit over the moon actually) with what she said. My daughter’s mother-in-law took one look at me and said, “You’re beautiful!”

I know that my face lit up and I would have loved to have a photo of myself at that moment.

Dinner proceeded in the usual way, with various comments about my outfit, which were all positive. My granddaughter, who is six, did question my wig though.

She said, “Grandad, is that a wig?”

At first I told her that no, it wasn’t a wig, it was my own hair and I had let it grow for Halloween. “You can tell it’s my own hair,” says I. “Because look… it’s the same colour as yours.”

“Mmm!” she said. “I don’t think so grandad. If you could grow your hair that quick, my hair would be down to my waist already.”

As can be imagined, this caused a ripple of laughter around the table and I had nothing for it but to admit that I had been rumbled.

After supper was all hectic activity with the kids getting into their outfits to go trick-or-treating.

After they all left, I manned the door, giving out candies. Not too long afterwards, during a quiet spell, my estranged wife arrived. She had brought extra candies just in case we were running short.

This time I was taken aback as her attitude towards my dressing had been very negative in the past. This time she just admired my outfit and I told her that our daughter said I reminded her of a female news reporter; she replied that I did look very smart. After that, we sat talking about family current affairs, with me pondering on how well things were working out and thinking that it would have been really nice had she been so accommodating thirty years ago. At times it seemed rather surreal just sitting there talking, me dressed up to the eyes.

When everyone got home, and after the kids dumped their candies on the floor and started sorting them out, my daughter took several photos, which included one of me and her mum sitting together like two ladies; this has now been seen by the rest of our family and my daughter’s friends.

My son-in-law was only positive as well and reacted to me in much the same way as he always does; we get on well, by the way.

We sat around talking for a while and then it was time for me to be getting home. When I was leaving, my daughter’s sister-in-law looked at me meaningfully and said, “Nice to see you…Wednesday.” Which seemed to imply, “Nice to see you have come out.”

My daughter, who I live with, is a nurse and she had been working day shift. When I arrived home she didn’t even comment on the way I was dressed, apart from to say that I wasn’t really dressed for the weather. I told her that I did have a winter coat with me but had not put it on for the short dash from the car to the house.

It seems that once your family knows, it doesn’t really matter if you are seen around town or someone mentions to one of your family that they saw you out and about dressed like a female news reporter as they all know anyway.

All this being so, I decided I would go out and about in town the next day. This time, not in Spruce Grove or any other location away from home; this time I would be going out and about locally.

I can report that after this Halloween, I am now fully ‘out’ with my family.

More Articles by Lynne Eden

• Early Yearnings
• The Point of No Return
• Late Summer Adventures
• Girl Time in the Nineties
• Three Days in the Mountains

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