Katie’s Adventure – New City, New People

Thursday morning arrived with golden sunlight streaming through my bedroom windows—a beautiful day that belied the butterflies in my stomach. I stood before my oversized suitcase, each carefully chosen outfit representing a different facet of the woman I hoped to become over the next few days. The massive bag seemed to mirror my own situation: overflowing with possibilities, yet somehow still not quite enough to contain all my nervous energy.

My hands trembled slightly as I folded another blouse, tucking it between layers of skirts and dresses; this wasn’t just packing for a trip, it was preparing for my first real adventure as Katie. Each item carried the weight of anticipation: Would I pass? Would I be accepted? Would I finally feel like myself?

The drive to Sacramento was punctuated by stops at beauty stores for what I called my ‘confidence pit-stops’— first Sally’s, then Ulta—each small purchase a tiny act of self-affirmation. Every swipe of my credit card felt like a declaration: I deserve to feel beautiful, I deserve to be here. By the time I reached Davis, my stomach was growling and Black Bear Diner beckoned like an oasis.

As I slid into a booth, memories of college days with my roommates flooded in; back then, my most treasured secret was a pair of sky-high black platform heels, hidden away from judging eyes. Now, here I sat, fully presented as Katie, about to interact with a waiter, as a woman, for the first time.

The cute waiter approached, and my heart raced. “What can I get for you, Miss?” he asked with a warm smile. I ordered the meatloaf, my voice higher than usual but steady. After he left, I excused myself to freshen up in the restroom, eager to check my appearance. Standing before the mirror, I smoothed my high-waisted jeans and adjusted my crop top beneath my long-sleeved denim shirt. I had to laugh at my morning’s contouring attempt—it wasn’t quite Instagram-worthy, but it would do. “At least the lighting in here is forgiving,” I muttered to myself. I wondered if the waiter found me attractive.

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Arriving at the hotel in Sacramento, I marvelled at the speckled pattern on the marble floor—a beautiful complexity that seemed to mirror my own journey—but that moment of peace was shattered at check-in when the attendant asked for my ID. I handed over my license, the male photo in stark contrast with my current appearance. My heart pounded so loud I felt sure everyone in the lobby could hear it.

“I’m here for a transgender event.” I blurted out, my voice a mix of pride and apprehension. The attendant’s puzzled frown sent a wave of anxiety through me, but after what felt like an eternity of hushed consultations with a manager—the last thing I needed after a long day of driving—I was finally given my room key and a cookie—a sweet but somewhat hollow, consolation prize.

As I made my way to my room, exhausted and doubting myself more with each step, a question echoed in my mind: “What does it mean to be transgender?” The answer, I was beginning to realize, might be more complex than I’d ever imagined, but as I caught my reflection in a hallway mirror—tired but still unmistakably Katie—I knew that whatever the answer was, I was on the right path to finding it.

The next evening, I stood before the mirror again, this time admiring the flowing polka dot skirt that swished around my legs. It was a far cry from the jeans and crop top of yesterday—this outfit was pure feminine fantasy, straight out of my childhood dreams. I twirled, watching the fabric billow, and for a moment, I was that little boy playing dress-up with my sister, finally free to express the girl inside.

“You’ve got this, Katie,” I whispered to my reflection. “Remember, you can always leave early. Just be yourself and have fun.”

The bar at which we’d chosen to meet was a riot of neon and nostalgia, movie star faces beamed down from every wall. As I sipped my Malibu Barbie cocktail—a drink that felt perfectly on-brand for the evening—I found myself opening up to the diverse group of women around me.

“I first discovered Katie when I was playing dress-up with my older sister,” I shared, the words flowing easier with each sip. “From that day on, I was obsessed with fashion. I’d dream about wearing gorgeous gowns and sparkly heels, imagining myself at fancy parties in far-off places.” I paused, remembering the confusion and loneliness of those early years. “It was hard, you know, being a boy but feeling like there was this whole other person inside, waiting to come out.”

Jane, a retired veteran with perfectly coiffed silver hair, nodded in understanding. “The ’70s and ’80s were a different time,” she said, her voice tinged with both nostalgia and a hint of old pain. “In my line of work, being trans wasn’t just unheard of, it was dangerous. It took me years to find people like us, to build this community.” She gestured around the bar, her face softening. “That’s why I come back every year. It’s beautiful, isn’t it, seeing all of us living authentically?”

As the night wore on, I found myself mesmerized by the beauty and diversity around me. Women of all ages, backgrounds and stages of transition, each with their own story, their own journey; I wasn’t alone any more, far from it. Here, in this neon-lit bar, I was part of something bigger, a celebration of femininity in all its forms.

Yet, as I revelled in the sense of belonging, a flicker of uncertainty remained. As a cross-dresser comfortable with both my identities, I wondered where exactly I fitted into this spectrum. Was I transgender? Did I need to be? The lines I once thought clear now seemed beautifully blurred.

As I made my way back to the hotel after the event, my skirt swishing with each step, I realized that perhaps the beauty lay not in the labels, but in the freedom to explore, to express, to simply be; tonight, under the Sacramento stars, I was simply me, and for now, that felt like more than enough.

More Articles by Katie Klashes

• Katie’s Adventure Part 3 — A Night to Remember
• Katie’s Adventure Part 2 – Words of Wisdom

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