These days I am spending a lot of Paula time, indeed just about all my non family time, to the extent that I consider myself to have started my transition. This means that there are increasingly few new experiences. I have shopped, played, worked, slept, cooked, entertained, been entertained, been to the Theatre, Concerts and Exhibitions, I have marched in a Pride parade and have even been to Church, but there are one or two things that I have still to experience.
One of these is flying.
I am a regular reader of Call Me Meg a blog that Meg started when she decided that she would fly pretty, since then she has moved on a lot. I am also an avid reader of Kim's Blog Traveling Transgendered a blog almost exclusively about flying pretty so I have done a lot vicarious air travel, but no actual air travel. At the end of next month this will all change when I fly to Malta. It is my firm intention to spend the whole week en Femme, this will be the longest continuous period I will have managed and the dealings with customs, security and airport staff should help establish if this is worthwhile. I have been through customs before, when I came back from France, but that was at the Calais Ferry Port which I suspect is a little different.