Friday was a pretty good day overall except for this one interesting incident. I started out going for a blood draw to check my e levels, and naturally I went to that in full female dress -- skinny jeans and deep v neck t shirt. Later in the day I needed to visit the pool supply store and Pep Boys for seals and gasket making supplies to fix the pool pump. I decided to do that in girly mode also, but traded the v neck t shirt for a womens crew neck.
The guy at the pool store was really nice, and the folks at Pep Boys were cool, so no problems there.
Later after I finished the work on the pool pump (on testing next day the repair failed and I need a new pump but that is another story) I decided to grab a quick dinner at McDonalds. I was not worried about the drive through at that particular McD's because I had rolled through there lots of times en femme after coming home from group, but I guess my luck was bound to run out sooner or later.
I chose a Lucky brand scoop neck cap sleeve top and my favorite skinny jeans for that trip since it was a warm evening, and I drove my E350 Mercedes. I also wore a big girly pair of Coach sunglasses, but no make up. And my hair is now a little longer than it is in my profile pic.
I drove up, and it was pretty busy. I got into one of the two order lanes and ordered my food. Then from behind, I hear a guy yell, "I CAN SEE YOU."
I wonder who he is talking to. Then he says, "I CAN'T SEE YOUR EYES BECAUSE OF YOUR GLASSES."
At this point some of the other women in line are freaking out.
Then he says, "I HAVE A FEELING WE ARE GOING TO BE REALLY GOOD FRIENDS."
I've kind of figured out at that point he is talking to me, and I really had to suppress the urge to ask him how recently he got out of prison and how much he had to drink that afternoon.
I got a look at him in my rearview mirror, and he had "that look," the look that a lot of my clients with mental problems have. He was driving a ratty old Nissan with peeling paint. So I was starting to worry a little at that point.
The last thing he said as I studiously ignored him was "I AM RIGHT BEHIND YOU."
At that point I pulled my iPhone out of the glove compartment, disconnected it from the car's auxiliary port, and put it in the cradle on the dash, then set the camera to selfie and video mode, and made sure it was aimed out the back window directly at him.
After that, he quieted down.
As the two order lanes merged, I was able to put another car between him and me, and exit without further incident.
I always thought of myself as a pretty tough guy, and I never thought I would see the day when I looked feminine enough to get catcalled, even by a ->-bleeped-<-. But it looks like I am going to have to think about pepper spray or a taser or something, because I am only 5 foot 7 and 160 lbs. And I am getting close to not being able to pass for male.
I almost took a male sweatshirt with me on that run, but at the last minute felt so good about my femininity and presentation that I took a thin little girly sweater instead.
Since then I've started carrying what I used to call the "punk out shirt," an oversize guy's T shirt or sweatshirt to pull on if I started to get the "man in a dress" looks. Now I carry it to cover up and butch up if I get unwanted male attention.
I have mixed feelings about this. For one, I am truly enjoying my femininity. But on the other hand, it brings with it new dangers, or old dangers in a new form.
