Oh to be 21 again

Yesterday my wife went to get her nails done before I did (I was being
lazy). While she was there one of the ladies asked her how her daughters
were doing. Keep in mind, we only have one daughter. In talking it came
out that she thought I was Rain's daughter and that I was maybe 19-21
years old. Now, I know that makeup can take a few years off a person's
appearance, and I would put me as looking late 20's, but not late
teens/early 20's! I guess I do a pretty good job if these women think
I'm her daughter and not her husband. LOL

When I got here with our daughter I had to wait a little bit to get my
nails done. While I was waiting, the lady that I talked to 2 weeks ago
stopped in as well. This is the one that thought my wavy auburn wig was
my real hair. Now, I had my long straight wig on and she did not seem to
really notice that my hair was that much longer (It's a good 18" longer).

While we were there, a few older girls that Katya knows from her old
daycare were there with their mom getting their nails done. I went to
school with the mom and she does not know about Heather. While we were
there I know she put 2 and 2 together. We don't actually talk, but I
don't think she had an issue with it. I would say that it caught her off
guard and she did not know how to handle seeing me as a woman. The next
class reunion should prove interesting. I am seriously considering going
as Heather if I can convince Rain to let me.

I was talking to several ladies while waiting for our nails to dry and I
honestly do not think that any of them read me at all. Keep in mind
we're talking extended conversation maybe 3 feet apart. My makeup job
must have been good enough to fool them. Also like i say, I know my
voice does not sound female. The trick is to sound less male. Their eyes
will complete the deception when they take in the boobs, hair, makeup,
etc. Every time I have an experience like this it just reaffirms what I
say about passing vs acceptance. Did I truly pass or did they simply
accept me? We'll never know but I honestly do not think that there is a
difference.

My wife went on ahead to the hair salon to get her hair cut leaving our
daughter with me. After we got done with our nails we headed over to the
hair salon. I wanted to show off the long wig to my hair stylist. When i
got there the receptionist greeted me very warmly and treated me as a
woman, even though she knows full well who I am now. She talked to me
and she accepted me (I'd say she's mid 20's). We just stayed a few
minutes. The guy that was washing Rain's hair didn't know who I was
until Rain told him and he was really shocked (in a good kind of way) -
and yes, he is gay in case you wondered. After we left the hair stylist
said she loved the wig and can't get over how good I look as Heather.

Next I took our daughter to the park to play while Rain finished her
hair appointment. While we were there a couple who's daughter was
playing with Katya wee standing next to me and the wife struck up a
conversation. I introduced myself as Heather and she accepted that. We
chatted for a bit. Again, I think I truly passed but we will never know.
None of the other parents or kids let on that they read me while we were
there (about an hour).

Later last night Louise & Millie came to visit us for a bit. We had a
great time as always. It's good to be able to just hang out with some
good friends once in a while and be ourselves.

Today I went over to mom's house to look at her computer (as Joe since
they asked that Heather not come over). While I was there I tried to get
my dad to start to learn about and understand me better. I planted the
seed, but I think it will take a while for me to really get him to
understand me. He finally admitted to me that one of the reasons he
doesn't like it is he could never crossdress. I told him that I
understood that, since this is not a choice but something that we are
born with. At least he is willing to listen to me a little at a time. He
changed the conversation after a few minutes and I could see he wasn't
comfortable so I let it go for now. There's always next time. One of my
dad's fears is that he will be like his dad - absent from my life. I
told him that the one way to ensure that he doesn't is to try to make an
effort to understand who I am.

I came home and got changed and we went thrift shopping at our favorite
goodwill store. Again I passed. I found 6 pairs of jeans, 3 skirts, a
great black dress (casual dress), a brand new brown hobo purse with
fringe (so feminine), and a top for like $60. Not too shabby if you
asked me. It's hard to find jeans long enough for me to wear with heels
(you know the ones - too long that cover the heels some), but I managed
to get 3 pairs in this length and skin tight to boot. While I was trying
on my clothes a woman brought a long leather coat over to Rain and said
to her "I know that I could never pull this off but I know she could"
referring to me. I tried the coat on and the sleeves were way too short.
I was so bummed because this was a gorgeous leather trench coat for $40
and it was definitely my size! We were there for around 2 hours shopping
with no incident.

Before I got changed to go out Rain commented that it was also fun to go
shopping there with me as Joe. Keep in mind, I don't buy it if I don't
try it on first. When I'm Joe, she gets a kick out of seeing people
react to me walking into a changing room with a dress or skirt to try
on. She said the few times I have done this she has seen some really
interesting reactions, as people don't know what to do. LOL

On the way home we stopped at the Medport diner for some dinner. The
waitress was extremely friendly and when she came over said "What can I
get for you ladies?". Again, I passed. She always referred to me as a
woman and was actually one of the best waitresses we've had in a while,
so she got a real nice tip. I don't think any patrons read me while we
were there either. Before we left I had to use the ladies room so I
grabbed my purse and headed for the women's room. No issues there at
all, not that I thought there would be.

While I was in the ladies room I thought about the conversations we have
online about how much cleaner the ladies room tends to be. It dawned on
me that I know how to solve the "Do I use the ladies room" and "unisex"
debates. We need to change our thinking a little bit. We should change
the tags on the restroom doors. We should label them "Slobs that can't
hit the toilet or trash can" and "People that know when to sit and when
to stand". There ya go, problem solved! :)

All in all it was a great weekend. I hadn't planned on spending as much
of it as Heather as I did, not that I'm complaining.

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