Time again for me to fire up the Wayback Machine to 5 years ago, when I got all dolled up, went way outside of my house, and snapped this pic:
That’s me, striking a pose on a walking trail about half a mile from my apartment one very warm afternoon/early evening in late July. I had just recently bought the wig, which has an auburn color and a “romantic” style (or so the packaging said). Going the “let’s go casual because it’s a Saturday in late July” route, I paired the new hair with a bright pink top and trusty jeans. Going a little further and taking a “let’s dress up in a public place” route, I went to a nearby park and, with my trusty digital camera and a lawn chair in two, snapped some photos.
Since I’m one who’s more comfortable crossdressing in private, going en femme in the great wide open is always a real dare for me, and it’s always a thrill when I fulfill the urge to do so. On this particular day, I wondered about how many passers by I would encounter on this trail. I imagine it was the heat or the time of day or even where I was on the trail, but not a single person passed me by. Heck, there were a lot more mosquitoes on the trail that evening than there were human beings. (Note to self: Bring insect repellent for the next photo session in a park in summertime.) Not dealing with passers by actually helped my self-confidence a little bit, so much so that after I was finished with the photo session, I drove over to McDonalds, pulled up to the drive-thru speaker, and ordered a ice cream treat in my best (less than perfect) attempt at a female voice. The folks in the window didn’t even bat an eye when I pulled up. How cool is that?
More lasting than any trepidation I had beforehand or any ice cream headache I had afterwards is what I realized when moving the above pic to my computer. The way my hair was styled and the profile I give to the camera made me realize… oh, my goodness, I resemble my mother. Or, at least I resemble how my mother looked in her yearbook photo her senior year of high school (Class of 1965, if you’re wondering). The strange thing is before I first saw the results of this photo, I never thought I had inherited my mom’s looks, let alone any resemblance of my mom’s side of the family, even when previously dressing up as female and getting a good look at myself in the mirror. If anything, I thought I inherited my birth father’s looks. There’s actually a photo of my birth father as an 8-year-old the day of his communion; he was a spitting image of how I looked when I was 8 years old. Just goes to show how much your looks can change when donning clothing of the opposite gender.
I’ll actually throw in another photo from that evening: Here’s me in a lawn chair on that same trail, waiving to the camera. Notice I’m wearing my everyday eye glasses. I can’t see without my glasses (unisex frames, believe it or not), but I think I look more feminine without them, so I just take them off and put them to the side when dressed up and taking photos (even if I have to squint to make out where the camera is). With these glasses and wig on, I think I may resemble my mother these days; she wears glasses as well. Again, it’s amazing what you can see when you dress up and look in the mirror (or at your selfies); you never realize the family resemblance you inherit.