Lori Michele
How I did it
This was how I rolled in early 2012.
I remember the time and place and events very vividly.
Being a traveling tranny is not without it's complications especially when your mode of travel is air. I mean how much can you get in one bag and will my spiked heel puncture my boobs and will those pesky TSA baggage inspectors take a peek inside and make a note of the name on the claim tag and use it to blackmail me in the future. In any event I don't really worry about that stuff I just hope I get their safe and all my visual aids arrive with me.
On this particular night I was in the last training week for my 30th Marathon and I had arrived early and taken a 6 mile run rushed to get a shower and get ready for whatever was to come. I had a great spacious room with a few nice appointments like artificial plants, leather pillows and wine glasses. Believe it or not it was a Hilton Property. Leather pillows? So I got dolled all sensible like, looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased and confident. I made my way out in search of a healthy drive thru and settled on baja fish tacos from Baja Fresh. The girl at the window seemed confused by the name on the AMEX not matching the face in the car. I assured her it was me and my parents named all the girls with boys names including my sister Frank. She handed me food with a smile and I drove back to my spacious room. I really wanted to go out and be seen but it was getting late and I decided to t snap a few pics and call it a night.
Another challenge of being an air traveling transvestite is being prepared. This particular trip I had everything I needed except something to remove my french nails. Having an early morning meeting the option to leave them on was really no option at all. Oh well I guess I'll be seen after all. I had noticed a Walgreens earlier so I made my way to it. Park car, take deep breath, purse on shoulder go inside. I walked in and an older lady asked "can I help you find anything?" (Now I need to stop for a second and explain, I've been out and about many many times dressed as a woman, most times if I just act normal no one seems to notice me If I have to speak well sometimes I can pass sometimes I don't but it takes a lot of concentration and is not second nature for me.) I answered "acetone" "I'm not sure what that is" I answer back "it's for removing fake nails!" "Oh yes" she directed me and we walked together me in flat sandal still 3 heads taller than her. She then said to me "they're so pretty, why do you want to take them off?" I just looked at her and said "you really don't know do you?" "Know What?" "well I'm not a woman" she just stared at me for a while and finally realized what I had said to her. "Oh My God, I would have never known" I wanted to hug her. She was so sweet and complimentary when others may have just been happy to get me out of the store and be done with my perverted foolishness but she thought I was in her words a Doll. It didn't end there, she wanted to show me off to Karen in the Pharmacy a tall leggy brunette. She was bubbly and almost flirtatious and asked If she could take a picture. I told her only if she was in it too. Inez the sweet little lady took our picture together with Karen's phone and I'm sure within seconds of leaving the store my picture was plastered all over Karen's Social Network.
All in all it was a fun evening.
This would be my contribution to throwback Thursday.
How I did it
This was how I rolled in early 2012.
I remember the time and place and events very vividly.
Being a traveling tranny is not without it's complications especially when your mode of travel is air. I mean how much can you get in one bag and will my spiked heel puncture my boobs and will those pesky TSA baggage inspectors take a peek inside and make a note of the name on the claim tag and use it to blackmail me in the future. In any event I don't really worry about that stuff I just hope I get their safe and all my visual aids arrive with me.
On this particular night I was in the last training week for my 30th Marathon and I had arrived early and taken a 6 mile run rushed to get a shower and get ready for whatever was to come. I had a great spacious room with a few nice appointments like artificial plants, leather pillows and wine glasses. Believe it or not it was a Hilton Property. Leather pillows? So I got dolled all sensible like, looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased and confident. I made my way out in search of a healthy drive thru and settled on baja fish tacos from Baja Fresh. The girl at the window seemed confused by the name on the AMEX not matching the face in the car. I assured her it was me and my parents named all the girls with boys names including my sister Frank. She handed me food with a smile and I drove back to my spacious room. I really wanted to go out and be seen but it was getting late and I decided to t snap a few pics and call it a night.
Another challenge of being an air traveling transvestite is being prepared. This particular trip I had everything I needed except something to remove my french nails. Having an early morning meeting the option to leave them on was really no option at all. Oh well I guess I'll be seen after all. I had noticed a Walgreens earlier so I made my way to it. Park car, take deep breath, purse on shoulder go inside. I walked in and an older lady asked "can I help you find anything?" (Now I need to stop for a second and explain, I've been out and about many many times dressed as a woman, most times if I just act normal no one seems to notice me If I have to speak well sometimes I can pass sometimes I don't but it takes a lot of concentration and is not second nature for me.) I answered "acetone" "I'm not sure what that is" I answer back "it's for removing fake nails!" "Oh yes" she directed me and we walked together me in flat sandal still 3 heads taller than her. She then said to me "they're so pretty, why do you want to take them off?" I just looked at her and said "you really don't know do you?" "Know What?" "well I'm not a woman" she just stared at me for a while and finally realized what I had said to her. "Oh My God, I would have never known" I wanted to hug her. She was so sweet and complimentary when others may have just been happy to get me out of the store and be done with my perverted foolishness but she thought I was in her words a Doll. It didn't end there, she wanted to show me off to Karen in the Pharmacy a tall leggy brunette. She was bubbly and almost flirtatious and asked If she could take a picture. I told her only if she was in it too. Inez the sweet little lady took our picture together with Karen's phone and I'm sure within seconds of leaving the store my picture was plastered all over Karen's Social Network.
All in all it was a fun evening.
This would be my contribution to throwback Thursday.