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This happens to me very rarely, in fact about once every two years and a half. Yesterday I received a friend request on Facebook from a person I ultimately decided I knew from my old male cross dressing days. Recently I have been accepting requests from those acquaintances I have met or people who live close to me. This person actually lives in a town I used to run a restaurant in just before I retired. So I accepted.
Almost immediately she messaged me about how much I had changed for the better. Which of course was nice. From there we exchanged niceties and remembrances concerning the places we happened to hang out together with mutual friends. Ironically one of the friends was one I was thinking of fondly a couple days ago. He ran a neighborhood tavern I used to go to quite frequently. From his clientele which ranged into a few gay and lesbian types, I often wondered how I would have been accepted as my authentic self. Sadly I was never able to find out because I never had enough courage to try and he ended up passing away shortly after all of that. I fondly remember him as a kind man who accepted most all types in his tavern as long as they weren’t trouble makers.
It only makes three people (all cis women) who I “imprinted” as my false male self now who have tracked me down over the past decade. On occasion it is fun to ponder the “what if’s”. What if I had thrown caution to the wind and transitioned? Even though the three women who accept me now gladly do it, would they have done it then when the world was different as far as transgender women and…
