I knew that last night's Felixstowe Girls meeting was going to unusual, as we were expecting a special guest - but more of that later. As it happened, a number of unplanned 'first-time' events also occurred which made it an evening I shall remember for a very long time. But I'll start at the beginning.
As it was such a gorgeous hot day, I'd decided to wear a summer dress which I'd bought in Marks and Spencer's the previous Tuesday. It's really a beach dress which should be worn over a bikini, so it's low-cut at the neck, sleeveless, and very short (my knickers were visible if I raised my arms over my head) with four-inch splits up both sides. It's made from a flimsy crushed viscose material, and is banded horizontally in three large swathes of pale pink, dark pink and red. I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it! I was also wearing a new blond gelled-look wig - it's a style appropriately called 'wildcat', and makes me look like I've just got out of bed! The outfit was completed with clear shiny tights and my favourite black strappy high-heeled shoes.
At 6.30 - just as I was about to leave for the meeting - I realised that I'd again forgotten to buy a bottle of wine. This was becoming a habit, I thought, and I didn't want to get a bad name, so I decided there was nothing else for it but to buy one on the way. I toyed with the idea of going into the local Tesco's, but I know too many people who shop there - and anyway, it would've taken hours to get through the checkout on a Friday evening! But then I remembered that Kesgrave has an off-licence, and is less than a kilometre off my route. Despite the fact that this was uncharted territory, I felt unusually confident, so I decided to give it a go.
Arriving at the shop, I pulled into the car park, and looked around. Two leather-clad bikers had followed me in, and one got off and went into the shop. I took a few deep breaths, picked up my bag, and followed him, aware that my every move was being watched by his friend! Once inside, I selected an Italian dry white wine and went to the counter to pay, telling the man not to bother to wrap it. He inspected my credit-card signature carefully (he'd obviously realised that Sally Watson wasn't my real name!), then passed me the receipt and the bottle. Hardly able to believe what I'd just done, I walked back to my car as calmly as I could, got in - still being watched by the biker - and drove off.
"That was too easy", I thought. "Let's go to Tesco's and get some petrol!" I'd done this a number of times before, of course, and although there are usually a lot of people there on a Friday evening, I can pay by credit card at the pump without needing to go into the kiosk - I thought that was just a bit too ambitious. So I drove up to the nearest pump and got out. But this particular pump had a surprise in store - a big red notice saying "Please pay at the kiosk"! "Oh, shit," I thought, "what do I do now?" Well, I couldn't back out without drawing the 'wrong' sort of attention to myself, so I smiled wryly, and went with it. I filled the car, entered into the kiosk, and joined a queue of four people waiting to pay. Although I didn't make eye contact, I wasn't aware of anyone trying to avoid me, and the girl at the till didn't bat an eyelid. I remember wondering how many trannies she must see in her day-to-day life - it surely can't be many. It'd occurred to me that I eat in this store's restaurant twice a week, and many of the girls who work there must know me quite well ...... but so what?
Well, by now I was feeling really good. I went on to my meeting, and parked opposite the venue in a public car park full of Friday-night shoppers. Normally I don't chance this during the summer months, but hey, why not? As I was locking my car, a family of four pulled up beside me, and got out. I strode purposefully past them, out of the car park, across the busy road, and into my meeting, absolutely bursting with confidence!
The meeting itself was almost empty, since many of the regulars were at Kentisbury for the week - in the event, I was one of only four trannies there. But then our special guest arrived - a 'real' girl who was doing a photography course at Suffolk College, with an emphasis on transvestites and transsexuals. She'd asked whether she could come along, have a drink and a chat, and take some pictures of us. But of course she could! One of our number, Rikki, was also a photography enthusiast, and together they set up a makeshift studio, complete with backdrop and slave flash units. We had a great evening, and even persuaded our guest to pose with us for one or two of the shots! Hopefully she'll be back next month with the results - I can't wait to see them [1], [2], [3], [4].
I left the meeting wondering whether anything else could possibly happen to make this evening any more amazing. Well, it did - just as I was driving past my place of work on the way home. For some time, I'd had the mischievous urge when I'm dressed to drive up to the security hut and say "hi guys, can I just pop in and collect some papers?", but I'd never had the courage to do it. But tonight, with the way I was feeling? "It'd round off a very pleasant and successful evening," I thought. "and it'd be fun - let's do it!" So I zoomed up to the hut, calmly got out of the car (probably showing my knickers, I realised afterwards), stuck my head through the window, and boldly asked in an undisguised male voice if my office building was still unlocked. Boy, were they surprised - so much so that they waved me through without even asking to see my identification; but I don't suppose that a photograph of my male face would've proved very much to them anyway! I drove the 300 metres or so to my building, parked the car, and went in. I'd dreamt many times of walking through my office wearing a wig, a short dress and high heels, and now I was actually doing it! I spent some moments absorbing the atmosphere - it was indescribably exhilarating, even though no-one was there to see me. I checked my work e-mail, just so I had a legitimate reason for being there (as if I really needed one!), and left the building after about twenty minutes.
So ended possibly the most extraordinary five hours of my tranny life.
From personal notes.