My first time out dressed as Katherine, I went to an LGBT dance. I dressed in the motel and drove over, very afraid I would get in a crash and have to stand around talking to the police in my skirt, heels, etc. When I got to the place, it was in the basement of a small airport. A plane was just leaving, so the place was filled with well-wishers. The floor was terrazzo - impossible to walk across unobtrusively in heels. When I got to the dance they asked my name and I drew a blank - which name? I had evidently used up all my psychic energy just getting there.
Later, full time, I was scared to go to the rifle range - it's such a guy place and potentially rednecky - but was treated very well. (Some of those rednecks can be very chivalrous.

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So far *knock on wood* those were the worst. (Now, when I was trying to be a guy, that's another story - beat up, shot at, etc.
So far being Kate hasn't been too scary.)
- Grateful Kate