|Fabulous Pistachio ice cream complete with pink mini cone|
The next morning came all too early, I had arranged an early flight too ensure that I was home in time for a rehearsal in the evening, none the less I would have prefered another few hours in bed. As I was bringing home a few mementoes for some friends on the way home I wore the hat that I had packed on the way out. Otherwise I wore the same mauve Bodycon dress and pumps that I wore to fly out.
It was quite a windy day so all to early I made the interesting discovery that I needed one hand for my bag, one hand to keep my hat secure, and one hand to hold down the hem of my dress, I hope I didn't embarrass too many people too much.
Other than my problems with the wind the journey home was totally uneventful, just the way I like it. After landing at Gatwick and reclaiming our bags the passport control hall was packed, the queues went on and on, but since I now have one of the new isometric passports I could go through the automatic barrier. I have a natural dislike for automatic anythings, whether it's self service tills in supermarkets or gearboxs in cars. However on this occasion I did use the automatic option and saved about ten minutes against Bob going through the old fashioned way. It also saved the possibility of any questions about my presentation.
So this was the longest continuous period I have spent presenting as the woman I now believe myself to be, what have I learnt.
- Not to care what other people might think, most of them don't care.
- The longer I spent the more natural it felt, I wasn't dressing up, I wasn't "Dressing" I was just getting dressed.
- Officialdom really doesn't care.
- I was very sad to have to revert to Him at the end, it now feels more like cross dressing when I have to present male than the other way round.
- Don't wear skater dresses on windy days!