Sadly there was no white ballgown for me to wear and I didn't meet the Queen.
Yesterday evening, I made my debut in the real world presenting as female. There was very little of the worry I expected, it all felt completely natural and I had a great time.
First up was my normal support group meeting with its usual attendees. A convoluted plan involving changing at a friends house having worked to perfection and the drive having passed uneventfully, I was outside the hall and ready to go. A quick makeup and hair check in the rear-view mirror and off I went. Remember the posture, lose the bloke walk. Blimey, that was easy!
A grand entrance is ruined slightly when you have to duck for the damn door frame.
After the meeting a load of us went for our usual meal at a very nice Italian restaurant. A very friendly place with excellent food, though a slight challenge for me because it is situated in a rather busy town centre, and this being Saturday night you get all sorts out on the street. Including us. :)
Hell, just go for it.
I doubt I was fooling anyone, but I couldn't care less. Being large and loud and with an ability to be somewhat in-your-face I was just stealing a hefty slice of bloke self-confidence and seizing the role. And having a lot of fun in the process.
So, I've done it. And come away grinning ear-to-ear. I'd say that's a result.