Yesterday I went to see my therapist dressed. This was a really big step, and involved driving twelve miles dressed as Erin to get there. I got about a mile from my destination and a male individual in a pickup truck shot out right in front of me and slowed down to 20 MPH in the 40 MPH zone. He was eagerly looking in his rear view mirror to see what reaction he got. He didn't clock me; he really thought he was aggravating a ditzy, blond, middle-aged, woman wearing glasses driving her little "girly" car. So there he was preening his plumage and chortling to himself over what he was entitled to do to that woman. A real loser.
When he was done with his game he pulled into the last side street on the right before the road turned into an on ramp for the highway. I suppose he was going to turn around and go about his business after doing his part to show women what he thought of them. Well, that was the street I needed, so I turned in right after him. The look on his face was priceless, he totally lost his stuffings and looked like a little boy about to get the tongue lashing he knew he so richly deserved. He bailed out into a construction site closed for the day to try and look like he had reason to be there, and I just went on my way. Being taken as a woman can be "interesting."
Erin