I’m not sure if this story will be entertaining or not, but here goes.
There was a time many years ago when I had a cute look. I had long, black, somewhat curly hair. I was wearing a chic dark purple v-neck blouse. And I hate tight black pants that had a little flare at the bottom. I was wearing open toe black heels with a sheer net on top of the foot area. It was cute.

I was making my way into the Now Bar, a CD bar in the city that I’ve mentioned a few times in my other stories. I had gotten a new car within the last 3 months or so. I was all dressed with my lipstick, bra, whole look down. I did not have any spare clothes with me. On my way in, I was merging onto the highway, driving, and then a car in front of me slammed on his brakes hard! I slammed my brakes on hard, so I was skidding! The truck behind me slammed his brakes on hard, and he skidded, but he didn’t make it!!! He bumbed my new car bumber! 🙁 It wasn’t absolutely terrible. The bumper was still in place. But it was scratched a little bit. But we had to exchange driver’s license information, etc.!!! I had to put on my best girl voice!!! It was probably terrible!!! I had to pretend I was a girl! I was fucked! Sorry for all the EXCLAMATION points, but can you imagine what that was like??? In a damn car accident, and I am dressed ONLY AS A GIRL! It was fucked. When the truck hit me, my freakin’ wig fell off of me. Ha ha! I had to put it on as fast as I could and make up my look as quickly and best I could before the driver came over.

My real name isn’t a typical name, so I guess in a way it could be sort of ambiguous. It’s not like “John”.

I wonder what the driver must have thought. It was dark so it was much easier to pass. It was different than going to a CD club where it’s expected I was dressed up. This was in public where it was unexpected. It was one of my first experiences like this.

There was another time I decided I would go shopping in public. It’s vastly more difficult to pass in broad daylight than at night. It was in a pretty busy area. But I felt my look was really good that day and that I might pass. I wore sneakers that day so I wouldn’t draw as much attention. I walked with my arms close to my body and moved fem like. When I parked in the big central parking lot, I made my way to the women’s clothing store on the corner. Some people may have looked at me, but I kept walking. But halfway down the block, some women started making comments and looking at me, so I turned around. I couldn’t do it. They started to walk closer to me, maybe they were intrigued. I walked faster back to the parking lot and back to the car. Today wasn’t the day. This was many years ago. It could be even more difficult today because of all the cellphone cameras and people wanting to take pictures and video of every damn event. But it’s also fun to wear risque things sometimes and get compliments. I was out getting gas the other day in a super short miniskirt and heels and was complimented by a young man. He was complimenting me as a woman, and he didn’t suspect anything unusual.