It was last Christmas. I was down, mad at the world, depressed, feeling sorry for myself, after just being dumped by my girlfriend. We had planned our Christmas together months before. Oh well!

I thought ok, I'll go tell, and let mom and dad see me as me. So, out the door I went carrying a bouquet of flowers. I arrived at the cemetery and I was the only one in this section, great. I got out of the car and started walking. When I stepped onto the grass I was quickly reminded that it had rained a couple days earlier. My four inch heels sunk to the soles with every step. Oh well there's no one around, I can make it. So, I had my little visit with my folks and left the bright cheery flowers and was feeling good about myself.

I was only maybe halfway back to the car when wouldn't you know. A car full of people pulled up right behind my car. I walked as delicately, and ladylike as I could which was nearly impossible. I was within a few feet of my car when I lost my balance and nearly fell on my face, but somehow caught myself. Finally found my keys and climbed in and took off.

All that time no one ever got out of the other car. They were probably way too busy laughing their asses off watching a 6' 2" guy in a skirt and heels trying to walk through the muddy grass! 

Nice post. My Dad is in a Military Cemetery,  I haven't visited him as Devlyn yet. Maybe now I will. Big hugs, Devlyn

Thanks Devlyn, I hoped maybe this story would bring a smile
to someone.

By the way, thank you, you and your dad, for your military service.

Hugs back!

Hi HM, You are not alone in this. My parents passed in 1990 & 1994, I have been to the cemetery a few times in female mode & had my out talk. One time there was a family and another time a worker close by. No one caught on & didn't have an awkward moment like you.  The worker had watered the area, so damp, a little muddy & know what you mean about the heels dropping in the soil, like having flats stuck in the ground.

Jamie

Hi Jamie, it's always good to know I'm not alone. I lost my dad in 1990,
mom 2011. I'm thankful for the extra time with my mom. In her last
couple years we were finally able to talk and had some good heart to
heart talks. I couldn't bring up my being trans, but somehow I think
she knew.

When I look back at my awkward situation now, I just have to laugh.

HM, warms my heart to hear you had those extra years to those confidante times, that is close & precious. My Mom & I were always close, so miss her and the love. I had some funny moments with them in a femme Halloween costume or showed them some pics. I occasionally dressed throughout my life with about 25 blank years. The last 11 years has been the learning phase that I'm not a cross dresser, but a transwoman in my brain. They passed before my discovery.

Take care
Jamie