Crossdressers: After a While You Start to See Them Everywhere

A friend told Linda a story and Linda re-tells it with a bit of a twist.

As soon as I saw my friend Donna I knew I was going to hear an interesting story, a funny story or both. She is a crossdresser and activist in her support group. Among other causes she is very much in to encouraging the girls to get out of the closet and take their place in the world.

Her face had broken out in a grin from ear to ear. “Hi Linda, have I got something for you!” she exclaimed. “I was in Montreal last Saturday shopping with my lovely wife and one of my daughters and we went into a nice store called Zara.”

“Hi Donna. I’m fine, how are you?” I tried to get some pleasantries in but to no avail. She was in full force.

“As my wife and daughter were shopping and looking around, I decided I would check out the customers instead of looking for some clothes for me. Since I was in male mode, people were really not paying attention to me and I could fully analyze what was going on.”

“You were in a dress shop in male mode? The sales clerks must have been crying knowing they weren’t going to score a big commission that day.”

She didn’t skip a beat. “To my happy surprise, I spotted another transgender person looking for a dress. I wanted to tell her I was also transgender but did not want to blow her cover. She was simply doing a great job to pass under the radar, very discreet and also blessed with the fact that she was maybe 5’2″.

“So I went to my wife and said, ‘Darling, I am not alone, I have another sister in the room.’ Darlene answered, “I know. I noticed her, too. She does look very nice.’”

Donna continued, “It was really something. We had read that girl because we were more attuned to the signs but nobody else was turning to look or paying any attention at all.”

Donna continued, “I did not want her to feel that I was watching her so I went from the back of the store to the front and as I am doing so I see another transgender person walk in. She was tall, maybe 6 feet, younger, like 25 and walks in graciously with a friend and started to do her shopping like anybody else. I was thrilled beyond belief. You know I’ve spent a long time in our group encouraging our members to get themselves out of the closet, to be a normal part of normal society. Then there I was in the middle of a store in Montreal with what looked to me like two transgendered girls I didn’t know. We were there at the same time in the same store. Those two and me made three.”

“Those two and I.”

“You were there too?” she exclaimed, “Merde! I didn’t recognize you,”

“No,” I replied quietly, “it was the English teacher in me. Sorry”

Donna just gave me a ‘whatever’ kind of look and continued, “I do not know if this could have happened so easily 20 years ago or even 10 years ago. I had a great feeling in my heart, customers were not paying attention, everything was cool and life was running as usual. What a great feeling this was,” she repeated.

“I bet it happens a lot and people don’t notice or don’t care. Vive la difference, as they say in Quebec.”

“Our community is becoming closer and closer to full acceptance and support and it is moving faster and faster towards a more positive world for all of us,” Donna replied, “but that is not the end of the story.”

“But wait, there’s more?” I borrowed a line famous in infomercials.

“Our daughter had left to visit some friends at the university so I suggested to Darlene that we invite the two girls to have lunch with us. She agreed so we started to look for them.”

“Well, you are an activist.”

“We couldn’t find the first girl but we caught up to the second, the tall one, and her friend. The friend was a bit butch in appearance but we were sure she was a gg. I said something like, ‘Hello I’m Donna, er Don, and this is my wife Darlene. We would like to invite you girls to have lunch with us.’ Needless to say they were a bit startled but they looked at me and then Darlene and then to each other. The taller girl, our TG, responded with quite a good feminine voice and what turned out to be a Dutch accent that they were Greta and Helena and yes they would like to have lunch with us.”

“That is so bold!” I exclaimed, “did they catch from the Donna/Don reference that you were also TG?”

“Well, I assumed so and as you often say, ‘if you don’t ask you won’t get’.”

“True. How was the lunch? What were they like? Were they another couple like you two?”

“Lunch was nice. We said a bit about each other and talked about everything but gender issues. It was like we were four girls on a day’s outing except I was in drab. No one paid any attention to Helena. I thought to myself that she was passing very well. Her deep voice and Dutch accent went very well together.

It turned out they were tourists from Holland visiting Montreal for some sort of women’s festival.”

“The lesbian film festival? That girl was really fitting in.” I knew better than to interrupt Donna but I couldn’t resist.

“You don’t know the half of it. Just let me finish the story. So we came to the end of lunch. They thanked us and gave a kind of a look, more to Darlene than to me, of ‘is there more you want to ask us?’”

Donna continued, “I told them that as a transgendered person I was really proud of how Helena was carrying herself, that I wished when I was out I could be as beautiful and as confident as she seemed to be.

“They looked at each other and back to us. They were thinking of what to say and I was thinking that maybe I had made a mistake by mentioning her gender issue. Then they started to laugh.”

“Were they surprised that you had known all along?”

No, I think they were surprised that I had made such a stupid assumption and they were laughing at the assumption that they had made.”

“What do you mean?”

“It seems Helena was not TG. She was a tall, slightly masculine looking woman and Greta was her life partner. They were a married lesbian couple. When we asked to take them to lunch they had assumed that we were being friendly to the tourists and perhaps it was Darlene that had a special interest in them.”

“Your wife? I don’t think so,” I smiled.

“We all had a good laugh about it,” concluded Donna, “and I learned a valuable lesson about making assumptions based on first appearances.”

“And don’t count your chicks before they hatch,” I added lamely, “let me buy you a drink. But where did it go from there?”

“We said good-bye and wished them a good time in Montreal, concluded Donna, “I’ll have the usual.”

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