Talking about wig slip , reminds me of two incidents that I have had. The first occurred twenty five off years ago in Exeter in Devon when I transitioned the first time. I was crossing the street ion a pelican crossing, nicely made up in a dress and looking radiant when a huge gust of wind lifted my wig off my head and blew it into the pavement (luckily in front of me). Two rather unpleasant young men, leant out of their car windows and honked their horns shouting at me you dirty pervert. Luckily an old lady picked up my wig and handed it to me saying don't worry dear it happens to the best of us!. I was so glad to reach the inside of the beauticians that day.
But a worse fate fell on me two years ago. I was in Central Melbourne visiting my doctor and I got mixed up after the appt, I walked out looked across the road and thought my car had been towed (in a free lane (actually I had walked out of the surgery at the wrong entrance. I initially panicked thinking that I would have to retrieve my car from the police parking lot, got all hyper ventilated, then hailed a cab to take me over to the parking lot and got into the cab. The cab did a U Turn and headed off to the Police Pond. As we did so we passed my Car. So I shouted to the driver ..Stop!!. I explained what I had done and stepped out of the car and shut the door behind me. Unfortunately I was wearing a rather pretty mini skirt which somehow got caught in the door as the car drove away it dropped to the ground, leaving me in the middle of High Street in high heels, stockings and suspenders and not much else. Luckily a tram went past right them, i leaned down hurriedly grabbed my skirt and pulled it up scurrying across to the car which I jumped into. Then looked back. No one seemed to be looking at me. I then drive about 1 km down the road and it took me about 30 minutes to calm down!!
